damselfly

so when do we wake
the daughters of the moon,
daughters of danu
and ogre
and tiger –
do we not
tire of living
frail wings to fickle suns
swooning with our false ineptitude
to snag the mate
when we know in our animal bones
that it is our strength and resilience
that raises the cub
our wily bone-grinding love
that shapes our world,
buries our dead,
holds and heals and plants and builds.
when do we wake
our daughters of the moon,
daughters of danu
and ogre
and moth
to build the world anew.

 

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