Warrior Woman...featuring some of the Warrior Women I know...

Warrior Woman

The road is rocky and dry

Dust kicks up as her boots hit the earth

The dry earth of too many suns

and not enough rain...

Her armour weighs heavy

But she removes not a piece

For she is in battle walking The Underworld 

Calling out Demons and Exposing Shadows

Bringing them to submission and transformation

And those who do not comply

most move on to the after life

Their place here done.

Her heart at times wavers

But her feet are forever sure.

Those she passes along the way

Don't always see her truth

They don't see the branches in her hair

on which the robin perches

They can't see the owl in her face or

that her large eyes see clearly in the dark.

They don't see the eagle that  circles above her 

or

The bear that follows a few paces behind

They don't recognize the grey wolf at her side.

They only see a mangy mutt of a dog

and as for the black cat

they can't see it as the jungle Panther that it is.

Some know there is something different about her.

Her face holds the beauty and the horror  she has seen

They see the lines etched into her face

of one exposed to the elements

for far too long

They can see her wild hair

untamed

like her spirit

And they know she has traveled far.

And for a brief moment

they wonder what secrets she holds

That maybe - just maybe she might know something

worth hearing.

But as soon as it comes,

the moment is gone...

And they carry on their merry way

with not a second thought 

of the strange, wild woman

they past on their way.

And then there are those who know,

they know she has seen things

they need to hear about;

They see the earth change as she breathes in and out.

They long to come up beside her

taking in her essence

stepping into her world.

For it is a world that they too long for.

But they hold back...

Afraid to be seen with such a creature;

Afraid of how knowing will change their world.

Afraid of the sins of desire and freedom;

Afraid to leave the containment of a world they know

and can trust.

Even if their heart longs for it...

Even if their skin cries for it...

Even if their blood boils for it...

They simmer it down

shut it out

soothe it with words such as

safe

conform

and obey.

But finally

there are others

who see her clearly.

Warrior Woman

Dry Blood Crusted Wounds

tended to by the WoodLand Fairies

Eyes of Wisdom that comes from outside

the human realm.

A wild passion bubbling up from deep within

She is not one to tame

But one to honour.

They see the trophies of the demons she has harnessed

as they sway on a rope

strapped to her side.

She is not to be underestimated

She will breathe dragon fire if needed

and yet

will nurse the dying to life.

She is fierce in battle

and even fiercer in the way she loves.

She has swam the seas of lava

and marinated in the mud of time.

She has walked the corridors of endless darkness

and smelt the stench of hopelessness

Her skin saturated with the emptiness 

of  a thousand bottomless wells.

She has drank of the waters of Life

and been blessed by Angels Divine.

She has witnessed the Dawn of Time

When the Great Magic sang it's first song

She has held purity in her hand

and has swam in the Ocean of Love.

She needs so sword

and walks with but a staff in hand

and a lantern held high.

She has fear.

But stays on course in spite of it

Ready to kick ass when needed.

She can also soothe a babe to sleep

and make a grown man cry

with the words of her heart.

She is All.

Mother

Warrior-ess

Sorceress

Goddess, Sister, Daughter, Friend

She is All

Love her
Treasure her
Know her

And if you are lucky enough to see her

and all those she walks with

Step up and ask her the questions of your heart

Walk with her

Take her hand

Eat with her

Drink with her

And you will soon see

Within her eyes

There is You

~Catherine Beerda-Basso
copyright 2014

Love and Light
my Warrior Women
xox