Invoking the Huntress
The crescent beckons a heave,
a touch upon your corners,
a light brewing
not like a thunderstorm, or a torrent,
but a sickle ready to brand you
you will be
like two eyes among the pines,
as she lowers her hips downwards,
descends her bow to your forehead;
she tramples your heart with her deer,
her name preaches – You can be here, free;
free in the forest of flesh,
a dancing hunter among the cypress.
She will give you the bear – to fold his head before you.
She will give you the wolf – its maw now your sisterhood.
She will give you the boar – the towns named after your sins but dust beneath him.
She will give you the stag – the horns ripping the night itself to drip
over mouths of dirty gold
whispering her hymns.
Her Kingdom atop the arrowhead
more eternal than the sway of day,
the wilderness, soft and pure, and nectary
grow out the belly
it not fetter the beasts,
let them run through her chambers of your bones and chest;
let her tame them with a single breath.
Her name, like a dream of ground
wet with vine, sizzling like fire
over which the prey darkens,
her innocence unlike any altar,
her savagery unlike any temple,
and the winds grasp for air;
Ursa major sticking from her untouched hair,
a moonlight promise,
a devotion of flame
made of her vestibule,
her name, Artemis.
This poem is a part of a collaboration I did with two great creators, Aquileana and Resa. I will leave the link towards the entire project in the art post I will share. The project was inspired by the Goddess Artemis.