Wild Moon Cottage is a small working homestead in the pristine Ozark Mountains. We have dairy goats, poultry, organic herb and vegetable gardens, a start of a tiny fruit orchard, several black walnut trees, wild berries and fields of wildcrafting goodness. We raise our own milk, our own eggs, much of our own medicine and food. I do laundry by hand, make my own vinegar, candles, soap, bread, cheese ........ For a living I am an artist and herbalist. My goal for myself and our homestead is to be as self sufficient and self sustaining as possible.

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

The Taking

The Taking

Night draws nigh and mist forms new.
Spirit come hither, dance on dew.
Rustle of feathers, wild bird cry.
He brushes her face, she releases a sigh.

Come then from no where, his touch is like fire.
Legs a tremble, tho she does not fear.
Strip of white lace on hidden briar,
ever she feels him, ever so near.
What, she wonders, comes when day then must break,
what, when her dreaming must end.
Knowing her soul, he offers hand but to take,
he beckons her, follow him in.
Into the else where, the wildwood ether,
she'll follow with step so light.
Thinking not if, thinking not whether,
she'll follow him into the night.

Eons will pass like ripples of water,
time, it's secrets won't show.
People will wonder, where went gypsy daughter,
no one ever to know.
But hear her sweet laughter when forest is near,
where he's laid her on bed so fine.
Where he's clothed her in magik, silvery sheer,
tied with silken vine.
Know that her soul is where it must be,
in hands of incredible power.
He's taken her to him and set spirit free.
Know that she's now simple flower.

Juli - many years ago

1 comment:

oldcrow61 said...

Juli, this poem is fabulous. It sent those wonderful "chills" around my back and arms.