Invoking the Huntress – an Artistic Collaboration

Greetings, everyone! Recently, I had the pleasure of collaborating with two wonderful ladies on a great and inspirational project. These two ladies are great bloggers, writers, creators and beings and are known as Aquileana and Resa around the blogosphere.

What was this project about? Resa makes gorgeous dresses, inspired by life, dreams, mythology and stories and she made a bedazzling dress inspired by the Greek Goddess of Moon and Hunt, Artemis.

Aquileana is, I dare say, famous, for her deep, thoughtful , informative and inspirational posts about everything mythology. Moved by Resa’s creation, she weaved a post about Artemis, whilst I was at the same time moved to pen my inspiration into poetry and art.

You can find Resa’s beautiful creation HERE

And Aquileana’s treasured tales and myths of Artemis, HERE

And here is my artwork and poem:

*Artemis ; Mixed media, February 2017

 

Invoking the Huntress

 

The crescent beckons a heave,

a touch upon your corners,

reveals

a light brewing

not like a thunderstorm, or a torrent,

but a sickle ready to brand you

in red-

you will be

like two eyes among the pines,

as she lowers her hips downwards,

descends her bow to your forehead;

she tramples your heart with her deer,

her name preaches – You can be here, free;

free in the forest of flesh,

a dancing hunter among the cypress.

Appear.

 

She will give you the bear – to fold his head before you.

She will give you the wolf – its maw now your sisterhood.

She will give you the boar – the towns named after your sins but dust beneath him.

She will give you the stag – the horns ripping the night itself to drip

over mouths of dirty gold

whispering her hymns.

Her Kingdom atop the arrowhead

more eternal than the sway of day,

may

the wilderness, soft and pure, and nectary

grow out the belly

and may

it not fetter the beasts,

let them run through her chambers of your bones and chest;

let her tame them with a single breath.

 

Her name, like a dream of ground

wet with vine, sizzling like fire

over which the prey darkens,

her innocence unlike any altar,

her savagery unlike any temple,

she arrives

and the winds grasp for air;

Ursa major sticking from her untouched hair,

a moonlight promise,

a devotion of flame

made of her vestibule,

silvery debris

her name, Artemis.

Say.

~ by Oloriel on February 18, 2017.