Bloudewydd,
Flower-Bride by magick made
to be the Bride of Light.
Yet your sovereignty never surrendered,
you chose your lover by your will
and sent the Eagle flying.
By Magick turned
from Flower-Bride to Night-Hunter,
silent-winged Owl-Goddess,
flying unheard to hunt the dark
sharp-seeing and swift.
Talons pierce soft fur.
Warm flesh, fluttering heart
surrender to your grasp.
Working at the bank today, while I was outside enjoying the Autumn, I realized that Her story, and that of her husband Llew is another retelling of the wheel of the year/ the sacrificed God and the transformation of the Goddess. I had known that but, had never seen it quite so clearly before.
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