writing – Carmilla Dawn

Mother

I thought to never knowthe agony and elation of giving birthbeing I am barren.No longer Maiden,approaching Crone,fertility escaped meleaving in its placea womb grown cold.What a fractured incomplete framing of reality I’d accepted.I’m blessed with riddles buried in folds of flesh awaiting recoveryby shovel and penstrewn amongstmy archeologist tools.I dig, chip, reveal. There is agonyfollowedContinue reading “Mother”

A Writing Ritual

Ward ignites via candle flameto protect the sanctuaryof my habitat bedroom.Heady jasmine incense curlsaround invisible barriers.I scry.Nothing appears in the obsidian mirror.I shed skinas the sun goes downon me.Warmth radiatesfrom brain stem,along snaking spine,to end at my rattler tail.Sticky with humidity,tonight’s July airhugs my curvesas sweat glistens on flesh.Petrichor arrives-an omen.Late night summer rain threatensContinue reading “A Writing Ritual”