pixie
lost to the world
cussed little pixie
shamrock chains
braided into her
messy inadequate hair
flower bracelets
whirling around
frail wrists
her delicate body
gently covered
by dense thicket
as she moves
widdershins
on untrodden paths
unadapted
to society
she’s a vivid hob
sharp-edged
ageless eyes
wide open
to the tangible beauty
of sacred nature
around her
weaving a rag rug
to dance upon
lost to the
outside world
deeply rooted
to the core
of ferocious feminacy
an edacious blaze
annihilate
to rebirth
maiden, mother, crone
This is so beautiful, like a spell spun into words. The imagery is so vivid and raw, I can almost see her moving through the wild, untamed space she calls home. I love how you’ve woven her ferocity and fragility together. “Ferocious feminacy” and “edacious blaze” are such striking phrases!! Thank you for sharing this ❤️❤️
my, my, that last line