The Seal of Circe 

She wove the rainbow through the threads of being

offering life in her hand

“Drink”

It felt like the moon

moving through the shadowed land

filaments of light filling the long

forgotten pathways. She sang of magic

her voice dancing through my night

eyes opening wide

the blue columns, catching the fire

of Horus to lift the roots that bind

She, the water to his fire

He, the sun to her moon

and I, the child born of their union

A seal stamped upon a dream

Or was it something more

this urgent memory of magic

lingering after she returned

to night. My feet still dancing

her song, slightly unsure

unaccustomed to a tune

 called freedom and also joy

older than time

leading me home

 

For Sue Vincent’s weekly #writephoto prompt challenge “Offering.”