The Woman at Land’s End
You will see her at the ocean's edge
catching the lacy tide in her arms, ignoring
the moon as it demands the return of ebb and flow.
She traps stars in the tangle of her hair and when
the diaphanous Milky Way drops it’s net to retrieve
it's sparkle, it is lost to the heavens in her raven waves.
She swallows the wind in a greedy breath, starves the
snake when she steals his fangs, feeds her cats
the birds whose wings she has taken in envy.
Beware the woman at lands end.
She walks the planet trailing foaming white Chantilly,
crowned with heaven's jewels. With poison dripping
from her lips, she casts spells that conjure the whirlwind,
so desperately does she long to fly.