Uffington Castle, England 2010

Slashed and Wind Torn

Yesterday was horrible
He howled and stomped
And I shook
He swirled around
Swallowing me up
Like I’d asked for
But I ran
It wasn’t a loving embrace
It frightened me
In some dark hard to reach
Primal part of me
I was scared
Little child hugging my knees
Waiting for someone to come
Rescue me
From my fears and dreams
Freddy lurching, claws extended
Welcome to prime time, bitch!
Yesterday I drove away
Trying to outrun his reach
Hands grasping at me
At every turn
Throwing whatever he could find
In my path
I wished I had someone with me
To shiver with
Swallowing my tears
Blinking hard to keep my eyes clear
So I didn’t crash
They opened the door
How lovely to see you
Thanks for bringing that
So stupid of me to have left it behind
Then they saw
Put the kettle on
Strange how tea is always
A healing thing
For a moment they had seen
I had let them see
My vulnerability
The glamour of always being strong
Had shattered
And they put me back together
Hugged me so that I knew
I was not alone
And I turned
Fortified and armored
Able to face the angry winds
To return to my ravaged house
Roof banging
House shaking
Held in the knowing
That this is not all I am
I am so much more
And I am not alone

(c) AM Hunter 2016

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Stoneacorn (Xander)

These songs, poems, and reflections offer an insight to who I am and are my autobiography. I am a poet, a song writer, a witch. I dance my Wyrd in my practice; in how I choose to live; in who I share my moments with. My heart is black, white, grey and purple like the stone beneath my feet, the bones of Grandfather Green. My eyes contain her Stars and her deep dark well as I straddle the hedge and listen to the winds. My form is the tree that connects all realms, clothed in holly and oak. I am Stoneacorn

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