Day 10: Dispatches from the Belly of Empire

When the Sisters Gather
by Beth Weaver-Kreider

one witch waves a smoky wand
while humming, like a dreamy cat
another is translating
the language of the wind in the chimes
one has shapeshifted into a wild horned creature
with golden eyes aglow
one draws the roots of the collective
deep into the soil of the Mother
one weaves a web with yarn
and words of gossamer silk
one prepares a feast that satisfies
every need, every craving
one shapes a song into the air
one is howling at the moon
one has taken flight up the chimney
one is deep in a dreamy trance
one is drawing shapes of fire in the air
one is invoking her grandmothers
one is mixing an elixir over embers
they are bringing down the walls
singing down the patriarchy
making the way for the remedy