My hair is beginning to kiss the snow
A minute past midnight
My strength burns like a late night hearth
I've only dipped my naked toes into the
Summer warmed lake of desires
But the wind has not yet carved me new features
Here: at the apex
I embrace my true dichotomous self
Amorphous kaleidoscope
Smelted into gold
To heal every fracture
I see my beauty and my path
At last
I slow like honey
In February
To the adventure
In a halt to stop racing to my
Achievement
Death
And plant my soles into the earth
To root deep
And unbury my ancestors
To reclaim my blood
And my birthright
And strip off
This mortal coil of illusion and fantasy
And get back to uncovering raven's feathers
With a rat on my shoulder and a black cat at my feet
My royal python twining love through my coiling tresses
Sculpted into marble
Grecian statue breathed to life
The promise of my forebears
The one who broke the chains
Here: at the apex
I see my worth
And the first blush of my true power to come
To unseat kings and prophecies
To vanish like a nymph
Back into the spectral forests from whence I came
Bafflingly immortal
I learn to savor the adventure
And let go of all ties that bind
For free fierce females
Were never meant to for cages or chains
We share the divine feminine
With
Bears and hawks
Eagles and snakes
Lionesses and leopards seals
And anglerfish
We breathe glaciers and tempests
We are the desolate starvation mountain passes
And the trembling deep
Of oceanic abysses
We are ten thousand years rage
Of fettered fools
Mistaking us for trophies and slaves and war prizes
When we are wolves
Haunting and dangerous
Like pristine blankets of snow
Over paper thin ice
Under the solar halos crowning the earth
Warrior goddesses and creatrixes
Built
To withstand the agony of birth
And intimate knowledge of death and endings
And every ounce unsuspected of
Hell hath no fury
While graceful and serene as trees on a misty morning
Dew frosted flowers as the sun caresses the heavens
And the explosion of the sun dying
To set all heaven ablaze in glory
We are the moon dancing her pirouette of phases
Vengeful vigilant and valiant
When our Mother beneath us and inside us roars
We answer
As her primal forces
Howling with hunger enough to devour the earth
And offer her time itself
As sacrifice
Here: at the apex
I finally know myself
And I stand in terrified awe of Her
As I too edge toward
Crone
©️ 2021
Mischa Fox 