I burst out of her resting head
Like Athene did from Zeus.
Leaves of letters I was fed
By her and by the Muse.

Like Odin then I hang and lull
From Yggdrasil, Gods tree
I pupate, still but bones and skull
Not ready to burst free.

Then Brigid merges with her soul
Ignites inspiring sparks
And I become a magic scroll
Still hidden in the darks.

In Cerridwen’s cauldron she stirs
I bubble and I seethe
No longer am I only hers
And I am free to leave.

Sweet patterns flutter from her mouth
She builds Pele a shrine
Erupting passion North and South
I know the world is mine.

Now strangers’ eyes upon us rest
We both know, her and I
By all the Gods we have been blessed
And like them, never die.