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She Danced to Coyote…

painting  ~She danced to Coyote ~ by june mackendrick

She danced to Coyote…
neathe crescent moon,
as the river whispered
in rhythmic chant
to the Shaman

of yester-times…

dancing the silent
in between…

Wherefrom 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 was spirit of goddess
born…
breath of air

she was
Hethen…

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I have a keen interest in The Arts as therapy and a fundamental tool for understanding and managing mental health. I love nature, reading, writing, poetry, painting dance and yoga. And have a keen interest in social issues & humanities.

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