In a heartbeat of ages
The Grandmother enters the cave
The shaman
The priestess
The pathfinder
Red Ocher hand print pressed on the wall
Her mark, her grandmother’s mother’s mark
The maker, The keeper, The wise
Fire lit images come to life;
chalk-ochre-the colors of the earth
Bison and cloven hooved spirits
Dance in the flicker of Grandmother’s magick
Birth mother of my dreams
Leads me to the cave
and I paint my visions to life
My way lit from within
Dancer, Singer, Artist
Gallery of my fore crones
whispering moonlit secrets
I awake with dirt under my nails
Sacred soil of grandmother’s cave
Lisa Noble
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