Foreseen. 

 

I want to live into oblivion

I want the trees to know that I am alive

I want the birds to sing just for me

I want to dance in the wind

Without ever questioning the reason why

 

I want the oceans to call my name

Commanding the turn of tides

I want the dolphins by my side

I dream of rainbow coloured silk

Brushing against my thighs

 

I want to be the Goddess of the night

My eyes adorned by starlight

The moon resting on my heaving chest 

Embarrassing sleepy birds

Peeking shyly from their nests

 

Don’t speak to me of limits

Don’t try to clip my wings

I am the confidant of gods

I am the original love child born from

The original sin

 

I am made from passion

I am made from lust

My veins are filled with moon dust

I have a heart as big as Saturn

And a soul that cannot be returned 

 

You will never tame my spirit

Nothing can extinguish the flame

Burning boldly, deep from within

Bittersweet words may ricochet in my mind

Still my light refuses to be dimmed

 

I saw you coming over the hills

So I gathered my armour

And called on the warriors

Gifted to me at the time of my birth

I knew you would tire 

 

I knew you would need to do your best

To pull me down and leave me bereft

So I kept my amulets held close to my skin

I kept my hymns humming under my breath

Don’t think that your treachery left me feeling alone

 

I always knew you were never my home. 

Clare Kinnaird, 2025.