Siren Songs explores a Feri/Reclaiming witch's experiences with the Divine.
This poem was written years ago, when a Capricorn was a large part of my life. Now, I have a new Capricorn housemate; this time, it is for you, my dear Celeste.
Damp, hard ground.
The air shivers, uncompromising.
If you seek to know, first – listen.
Then, climb higher, perspective’s pupil.
The crisp night tells a different tale to the rocky peaks,
Words unformed, silence pregnant,
Possibility heavy on each exhale.
Listen. Everything is possible.
Pluck a jewel from the heavens, warm it in your grasp.
What will manifest?
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