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Breathe purling in white wreaths from her mouth She moved deeper under the shelter of the ancient Oak tree A shimmering bent the air as A beautiful woman in a purple cape stood sheltered Within the arms of the old tree Deeper in shadow than before A prayer to Luna, moon Goddess, Shine your brilliance this night upon us all But yet hide your radiance from my luminescent skin The sounds of the spell caster following her trail Too close to chance the glow of her face calling him nearer One more leap to reach the Sacred Grove One more chance to journey through to their world again She sent forth her thoughts into the crystalline night There, high in this very tree, the wise and knowing gaze of the Owl A shimmering of her form saw her body become like mist
Image courtesy of animals.timduru.org She flew as the Owl, her guardian this night.
In its stead a large Snowy Owl Launching itself aloft it sped through the night The screech of the hunter on her trail Swooping down in to the midst of the Sacred Grove Encircled by Alder, Ash, Willow and Holly She landed lightly, shimmering once more into her human form From beneath the Willow strode forth a man, Gathering her close they breathed a silent prayer of thanks Turning they faced the silent stone circle Bowing their heads before the Gods They strode quickly to the portal A sound of pure hatred and rage Pierced the air with a scream As they stepped through the portal Blinding light flashed briefly As the furious raptor circled the grove Emptiness greeted his eyes as the light faded A flash of purple all that remained of her cape His prey had returned to their own time and place For this chase, his time was over.
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Blessings, Susan ♥ © July 2014 Susan Jamieson
Owls and Orchids 