black and white photo of a masked figure decked in fronds of mugwort.
Wedded to the wild, She is Wedded to the wind-torn trees And the lashing rains To the torrid river The howling gusts Wedded, for there is no other way She could live Some loves are not a choice Some loves are an inevitability Some loves hammer at your soul’s door at midnight demanding you to wake Wild’s wife She has married the night sky She has married the wind in the pines The dying embers of an all-night fire The bare feet on mossy earth
The freedom the freedom the freedom Woman of the wind, She has tasted the feeling of the Wild open moor Inside her lungs And There Is No Going Back
Mugwort Root
One of four Herbal Poems of Long Winter Nights by Fanny Mae.
Image from Mugwort/Palyn by Anastasia Rydlevskaya
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