elf glory

∴ she moves gracefully
with stars in her hands
a bearer of ancestral wisdom
painting paths in desert sands
teaching in a language
understood by few

beneath the starry canopy
she tends flames
gifted by crow¹, banishing shadows
feeding both body and soul with her stories

in the presence of elf glory
day draws near, and i am reborn ∴²

1. Recalling stories told by Lynx Vilden when I was fortunate enough to have studied with her during her intensive primitive skills retreat. Thank you, Lynx! ↩︎
2. kenning prompt provided by Cassondra Windwalker, 8 March 2024 ↩︎