Sunday, February 03, 2013

The Wished-For Soul

Fold up these woven webs
Her womb-loom linen wove,
O Wyrd, and welcome back the wished-for soul.
Let Heron hold and hallow wet
The wetland, winged wight until
The moons have womb-rune made a newer nest
To bring that foundling feathered back.
With solemn sorrow, we await that blessed soul.

For a kinswoman who suffered a miscarriage.


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