Ode to Artemis: Well - Selfed Woman
She belongs to herself,
and to anywhere that's wild:
where her arrow pierces the mountainside
gushes forth a new-borne spring to sing her songs;
where her hand touches to drink deep
the gathering pool mirrors her bodydance
exhilarating upon pure, chill water.
Where she runs the pathless way opens itself to her;
where she pauses to listen, her wild ones whisper
feral joys and fears she shall hearken in her wildwood dreams.
But where her sylvan shadow falls, the crescent moon alone
beholds the darkness of her soul's journey into night.
~Anne S. Perrah