Today

I am all a tangle
My hair a mess of ordered braids
binding Power around my head
hiding spells & sigils
invisible tattoos adorn my skin
if you can See them you are Strong, indeed
the Centers of my Power open I am
all sex and quiet strength
brush against me and enjoy the flush of enticement
warrior mother
dancing out Her Will upon the grasses
where deer lie down
you will turn away and forget should you see me
crow feathers caught in my skirts
something shining, knifelike, glints from beneath the hem
cowrie shells hang from my belt
I stand at the sink making prayers for my Lineage
children running circles near my feet
their laughter a hymn to the Goddess
fingers sink into the flesh of pomegranate
tearing seed and stained in blood
eyes well schooled to belie my Power
you might mistake me for someone else
stealth is one of my strengths
if I show you the true sheen of my Eyes you may weep
I Am cloaked in fur and hide, draped in jet and amber
my animal nature unfurled
I hum an incongruous tune
shifting spaces, doing my work