Saturday, October 22, 2011

ur-intimitat in der seele

betwixt and between now.
the man in the bog
holds out a golden fish,
"take it, lass.
claim yours."

and i do.
scales become skin
and the gold fashions
itself into a drum
that pulses
in the pulmonary cave.

grandmother sits there
and lights a heart fire
that burns the way clear.

wild galloping in the distance.
i am aonghus's daughter
of the stone and cliff clan.

the ancestors step through.
the veil is thin
and the bones in my body
are theirs. 

(copyright 2011)


nance said...

Lovely and magical!

Kelly said...

Thanks, Nance. I feel the ancestors are thick these days. We're so close to Samhain!