She's always been different--
a golden-eyed girl apart from the others.
In her hours alone, she talked to the sky and the sky told her:
"Gather yourself, girl. Be still. You will be filled as I am filled."
That was when she noticed the first feather; the first spot.
She fought the strangeness, then invited it bone-deep to take hold.
Her lovers have woken with their arms around a creature
Both beautiful and Other, hidden just behind her kiss.
In her sleep, the messengers come; Joan and Emily on fire.
Don't think she is mad. She is burdened and she is blessed.
Woman, to love her is to love sharpness;
To love her is to fall together down a thousand feet and more.
Still, she is just a girl. She holds more than she was meant to,
and when she shivers, she will seek your arms, her second skin.
She will always be different; cat and bird together--
But if she makes herself yours, she will come to you today and forever,
For Mama Zen's "Words Count" at The Imaginary Garden With Real Toads. Kelli asks us to write about our power symbols. She also asked that we do so in 25 words or less, which I just this second remembered. Forgive me, it's not yet 6 in the morning. I hope this will be all right, lengthy though it is.