A poem for the wild wombyn

As the moon reaches Her fullness, I feel you, sister. As the fires rage on, I weep with you, sister. As the heat of the summer fades, I sweat with you, sister. As we remember, When we were burned for being Wise. For embodying Sophia, we were called devil worshippers. I laugh at their scorn weave songs, breathe dances, swirl infusions, pick Her herbs, sew … Continue reading A poem for the wild wombyn