This post was written in 2014 on my former blog. It is one of several pieces that I have moved to Holy Sparkle so that my writing can be found in one place.
dark-haired and sweet
warm and strong as soil
stouthearted baby-sister to the sun:
you make me remember myself.
All of the old stories belong to Rosa
hers is the firelight, the discs, coins, and all of the red things of the earth
the animals, too and the oldest trees and herbs
I am so pleased to meet you, winter rose.
(I know that you are here to teach me what abundance is)
And Celeste, starlet.
how are suns made
(your birthday was like that)
you are a galaxy in a teacup
with eyes still like water and just as
sharp: you remind us that everything that ever was or will be
belongs to you. You made me a mother
and my loyalty to our love roars like the river
my heart is so full
my coronation sparkly and jubilant!
here on my stained couch in these faded yoga pants
(rose hips and honey in my tea):
I have arrived at my Queendom,
to have daughters such as these.