Poems and Power: Sept 10

To be chased: The Starry One

Goddess of falling stars

i am you. i have always been you.

the escape is monumental.

the quail, a family in the shrubs

babies barely keeping up.

goddess of dreams

17 of them cuddled up in the briars.

but one beautiful witchy bird holds

all the worms in the slices of her beak.

The worms are mine. I want their warm

sustenance as my currency to nurture

the entirety of the hungry.

I deliver your meal as prophecy.

goddess of witchcraft

And after it all,

i am the island.

surrounded by waves

birthing new life,

which I catch with

the open arms.

midwife of the universe.

-Asteria

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