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,
a light brewing
not like a thunderstorm, or a torrent,
but a sickle ready to brand you
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.
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,
the wilderness, soft and pure, and nectary
grow out the belly
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,
and the winds grasp for air;
Ursa major sticking from her untouched hair,
a moonlight promise,
a devotion of flame
made of her vestibule,
her name, Artemis.