(Created at the wonderful Allographic Workshop in Cambridge from suggested words and phrases birthed from the suggested word of ‘Lunatic’)
Hidden in the shadow, with her soul out of sync
And not of the world; she was dancing with the hare.
Was it the madness of the moon cycles
Or simply the moon wisdom;
Her hidden wisdom
That had bought her here?
Her search for stability?
The ways of the dark called;
She knew she was not of the sun.
Oh how crazy she thought,
Crazy but right.
She knew the ways of the blood,
Danced to the monthly cycle.
The lunar activity
No longer out of sync,
No longer not of the world.
But in the darkness
With her hidden soul alive
She was dancing with the hare eternally