The crone speaks
“I am the goddess of death and the goddess of rebirth
My womb is the beginning and the end”
She is old and beautiful
Her hair is the stars you look up at
Her eyes are the love you were born with
Her voice the sound of the wind and the rain and the thunder
The crone sings
“I am mother and daughter,
My breasts are life giving and life taking”
She is strong and supple
Her legs pillars and trees
Her arms push the waves and build mountains
Her toes move the sand and the rocks and the shells by the sea
The crone shakes
“Wake up to life that I give you
Wake up to death when it embraces you”
She is all wise
She is all loving
She is balance of all things.
Abigail Pearson is a 23-year-old queer writer of novels and poetry. She has a black cat that she loves to cuddle with as she drinks tea and reads Dostoyevsky. Abigail has recently published a poetry collection titled A Mad Woman’s Voice and she has been published in Moonchild Magazine, The Slag Review and Cease, Cows. She resides in Eugene, OR. You can find her on twitter @whimsywriter3