03/03/2026
Merveilleux
“She is the drum.
The skin on which life plays.
The pulse. The pounding heart.
Rhythm of starlight and blood.
The rap, the tap,
the roll, the clap,
the rattle, the thunder.
Foot to ground, hand to hand.
Our hearts drum. And drum.
She is the drum.
Return to her.
Return to yourself.
She is the voice.
Voice before words.
Cry of hunger. Cry of need.
Sob of fear. Hiss of pain.
Voice beyond words.
Satisfaction's murmur. Shouts of joy.
Panting urgency of s*x.
Animals, birds, whales, women, men,
clanging and chiming,
silvery and hoarse,
sweet and clear and loud and strong.
She is the voice.
The hour has arrived:
Invoke her now.
She is the wind.
Tender breeze of spring under a breathless moon.
Summer's exhalation, that warm green sigh.
Fall squalls, tempests of death under a hunter moon.
The howling winter storm.
Fluting, piping, whistling,
wind through our bodies,
trumpeting, bugling,
wind through our bodies.
She is the wind.
Reach in and touch her.
Call out and hear her.
She is the dance.
Frenzy of hips and thighs,
hot desire oceans,
dark need and brightest joy.
Breasts pressing air.
Arms reaching, hands meeting,
heads swaying, eyes closing.
She is the dancer.
She is the dance.
Return to her.
Return to yourself.
She is the drum, the voice, the wind, the dance and beyond words and time,
beyond knowing and the known,
beyond body and spirit moving through body, beyond song and the singer,
beyond drums and the drummer,
beyond dance and the dancer,
she is the silence.
The hour has arrived:
Invoke her now.
Reach in and touch her.
Call out and hear her.
Return to her.
Return to yourself.
~ Patricia Monaghan, Drawing Down the Goddess, from Seasons of the Witch
Art: Joséphine Klerks
josephineklerks.com
