Vanadís

An offering vowed to the Mistress of Magics
December, 1998

a sound, a voice
vision
memory of laughter
water that gleams gold
as I reach within
to place my offering;
birdsong of music
flute and harpstring
drumbeat calling heart
and head, mind
spinning as rippled
water, tranced, whirled
into mindlessness, wonder,
through rippled circles to
centred
stillness that is
sound
colour in
silence
movement in
harmony of
gold/honey/amber
in worlds' meeeting
in your long bright hair
as the drumbeat calls

lady, Vanadís
mistress of magics
seidh-giver
necklace-wearer
to you is the offering

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