Wild Woman Knows What She Knows

 

It is time, Wild Woman,

to bring forth all your gifts,

for the seasons now are quickening,

and swift.

Sing out your songs,

sing loud and strong and clear.

Write all your poems,

to say that you were here.

A Wild Woman creates her own way.

She runs with her inner wolves,

and she has a lot to say.

She speaks what truth she knows,

avoiding angst or wrath.

She follows her intuition,

along the unmarked path.

(Truth:

Wild Woman knows what she knows,

and she'll share her wisdom well

before she goes.)

Follow these pawprints into the forest,

Sister mine.

They will lead you to a home

Grandfather Cedar makes so fine.

An owl with piercing yellow eyes,

a cat with Cheshire grin,

will be on the doorstep watching,

waiting to let you in.

There is a conjuring old woman

living there,

her spirit fixed between

the sky and earth.

She has lived apart from others

since her birth,

doesn't care at all what people think.

Listen well to every incantation,

for all of them

are linked.

Wild Woman has fallen bewitched

by the beauty of the earth.

Before the fire,

she is singing over the bones.

When she finishes her song,

(and it won't take very long),

she will welcome you

to the Sisterhood of Crones.

An old poem shared with earthweal's open link.