Cool round pond.
Mirror in the sky.
Trees bend over me,
Dryads shaking leafy tresses
In the Night-wind.

Blood-red pond.
Blood drop in the sky.
Trees rise out of me.
Dryads toss moon-blood
Into the Earth-wind
Making dreams instead of babies.

I am eye and I am vagin-eye,
Doorway to the heart of darkness,
Womb of all things.


photo of 2015 lunar eclipse by Jon Mac