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Earthwizard's Realms of Faërie

January, 27, 2005

Earthwizard's Realms of Faërie

She carries the moon in her eyes...

	 
		
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	Servant of the Clay
	
	Carefully she spins the mold, the clay,
	the hammer and the day,
	into some semblance of our earthly life, a proof
	of magic and its ancient might.
	         Where is she now, the rowan and the cloud,
	             the maiden by the sea who spoke to me?
	
	Her eyes see visions of the elder days
	when women and men walked freely under sun and moon,
	among the wild things of this earth's green ways:
	night-wise to the forest, they came, celebrating the horn, moon, and flame.
	         Where is she now, the rowan and the cloud,
	             the maiden by the sea who spoke to me?
	
	She kneads the clay, the bowl, the day
	in memory of the merry lays of may;
	sung between the night owls call, and black ravens caw,
	when all broken things, by magic, spell, and charm are sewn whole.
	         Where is she now, the rowan and the cloud,
	             the maiden by the sea who spoke to me?
	
	I honor this great lady, her skill, craft, and deft eye:
	these fragments of earth: black wing, white mask: the quick light of her spinning mind,
	the simple fortitude of her magic art and seers' sight,
	that brings us closer to the clay, day, and spell of her witching ways.
	         Where is she now, the rowan and the cloud,
	             the maiden by the sea who spoke to me?


		- Earthwizard, aka, Steven Craig Hickman
			© November 18, 2003

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