Bluegreengrey

Artemis of the fruitful wood,

and Triton of the fitful sea,

dichotomy and time withstood,

and in the storm, gave life to me.

Take wing, caged bird, go forth, be free,

born of the earth and ocean spray,

as manifold as Hecate,

with restless eyes of bluegreengrey.

Through life’s sweet chaos, there she stood,

this child beneath the rowan tree,

bound by a sacred sisterhood

to all those changing eyes could see:

the land, the sky, and water, three,

and when great Nyx did cloak the day,

she dreamt of all that she could be

in endless shades of bluegreengrey.

A woman grown, and grown for good,

yet ever-changing, still, is she,

content to be misunderstood,

for she has known the ecstasy

of living for her liberty

and sculpting from the earthen clay

a perfect and imperfect key

to countless worlds of bluegreengrey.

The sands of Time she cannot flee,

though before him she will not lay.

She walks her path of destiny,

blindfolded, barefoot. Bluegreengrey.