Demeter cries as winter slumbers over olive trees over grapevines under steely sky we swallow tears remembering our underworld lady whose gemstones shine forgetful Lethe waters run pomegranate red
Bat-winged angel You are our queen
For Egyptian Nut
Beneath her blue body spangled in stars we sleep to remember dreams of death and life rain over a river Gentle Mother of night who arches over each birth of day then cradles bandaged bodies in coffin sleep
Smile on my folly bless my sojourn
Prayer to Brigid
Awake red mother tree-fire healer mistress of poet and smith, a flame in the wood fiery ruler of my heart ignite my throat my tongue of fire rise verse resin blood in my voice furnace for word solace and blade
Give to me, My Lady, I honor your heat
Wren Donovan Published in The Minison Zine, Issue #12 Mythology, August 2021