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
I rattled all the chains
in the old kingdom.
Thinking I was wind
or dirt, or rain.
the miles thick earth.
A whisper stoked
or armored friends.
The bark fed climb
and I’ll be rising.
Find me calling
© Angela Bigler 2013
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