The Priestess In The Lighthouse

 
 
One part water, two parts salt
where the moonlight lures high-seas cold
nocturnal stories drape the shores  
pastoral hymns from Norse to lore
 specks emerge in the silver sky
the sylph attune, curls with the tides
so it begins journey into the night.
 
One part flesh, two parts bones
the cormorants gather shielding ghosts
her feet in ground, rooted and branched
conundrums solaced unanswered, divine
the earth bestrews sorrows deep
burrowing secrets secreting from beads
daring seasons against the winds
the sword mighty, the word a creed.
 
One part atom, two parts stars
thorns in her palms, flames blue dart
mends and soothes one dream at a time
one thousand years, one thousand psalms
the marrow blooms with lambent awe
to an ancient song wan in dawn
the sun wholly she faces north.
 
One part love, two parts hope
quiet is the hour awaiting by the door
Mourgana watches the sea recede  
homeward-bound; to tame the beast
and the light enters the iris in fete
drawing the veil from wisdom within
here’s truth, here’s fire
ashes to dust the air benign.
 
 
One part death, two parts life
she reinvents herself
against all odds.


(A tribute for Rianne)