we are the bonfire on the mountain
the light in the waning days
we are the chthonic mothers
the crones singing lullabies under dark moons
we are the eyes on trespass
the elder judges, pockets brimming with vindication
we are the keepers of truth
the guardians on the gates of futures unbroken
we are the warriors of mercy
the carriers of clemency from this forgiving earth
we are the circle dance
the hands conjoined in hope and laughter
we are the creators
the abundance of miraculously flowing life
we are the bonfire
and we are blazing our wisdom
in this ocean of nescience
the path is there to follow

The last of National Poetry Month for Walpurgis Night.

©Elizabeth Anker 2022