She Danced to Coyote…

painting  ~She danced to Coyote ~ by june mackendrick

She danced to Coyote…
nethe crescent moon,
as the river whispered
in rythmic chant
to the Shaman

of yester-times…

dancing the silent
in between…

Where from the shadows…
the green chief gazed…
as Loki watched,
from the darkness
of a somewhere else

captivated…
by the plumes that adorned her…
She was like bird…

of air
she was born…

limbs moist,
the warmth of Coyotes breath
breathing from the fire…

She glistened in her rite…

Time hung…
in silent webs
woven by the Shaman…

As she consorted with her soul…
entrenched & enchanted…
by wise moons light…

She wa spirit of godess
born…
breath of air

she was
Hethen…

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