66. SACRED CYCLES

Anke and I flashed upon the exact same idea

When first we noticed the paint on the wall

She picked the berry from a bush

Saying "It needs this to be The Sacred Cycles"

We were a little in awe at the time

Knowing this would be

An especially interesting photo

Our premonition was accurate

More women have asked me for copies of this photo

Than any other except

Estar the Lioness…

But all the poems

I tried to write about it

Reflected my male visions too much.

Then a friend,

Jamie, showed me her poem

And I include it here:

Blood of Mists

By Jamie Leppan

Blood shed without violence...

In times past you'd have known

Before men made it unclean,

Unspoken,

A thing to be feared

Before Maiden, Mother, and Crone

Were pushed into the mists