Moon Mother

Ocean Dance

In my dreams, the women are drumming,

their waters are rising, silver and wild.

Making prayers of their bodies,

they dance as if swimming

under the Moon Mother spell.


© Angela Bigler 2016

photo credit: Micah Camara via photopin (license)



I rattled all the chains

in the old kingdom.

Thinking I was wind

or dirt, or rain.


A ghost

pressed in

the miles thick earth.


A whisper stoked

by worms

or armored friends.


The bark fed climb

and I’ll be rising.

Find me calling

fresh, reborn



© Angela Bigler 2013


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