Hemlocked Heart

I got bitten by a ladybug sitting outside in the shade.

She was orange, brown, polka dotted, petite, sweet yet moral grey.

Landed on my bare arm smoothly, danced round freckles in mindless play.

Then she bit down, broke the skin and serenely flew away.



Little hen, lucky lady travel down this beaten path,

See the roadblocks, know the signs of a goddess at your back. 

Each step forward heed her call from the depth of inside you.

Trust yourself, take the detours, work to hone your humble craft.

You are made to wind your way through the ever changing maps.



I got kissed by a butterfly on the 31st of May,

Gentle white wings, cream and custard, with the flight pattern of lace.

Searching every nook and cranny for the perfect resting place.

Hard fought beauty, hope enchanting. Silent protector of fate.



Little hen, lucky lady travel down this beaten path,

See the roadblocks, know the signs of a goddess at your back. 

Each step forward heed her call from the depth of inside you.

Trust yourself, take the detours, work to hone your humble craft.

You are made to wind your way through the ever changing maps. 



Mischievous kitten by the fencepost in the dawning light of day

Frolic yet among the daises as the breeze runs up this quiet hill.

Whimsy brought to early close, by stalking mice and voles and thrills.

Clothed in silver, plush pink paw pads that will soon know how to kill. 



Little hen, lucky lady travel down her beaten path,

See the roadblocks, know the signs of a goddess at your back. 

Each step forward heed her call from the depth of inside you.

Trust yourself, take the detours, work to hone your humble craft.

You are made to wind your way through the ever changing maps.