Chalice Well Gardens - August '95

In the garden of the cauldron
Ever filling over spilling spiral dancing.
In a whisper. In a song of silent wishing
A crone in deepest shadow
Plums the midnight depths of starlight
And a moon's face smiles reflected
In the deepest womb of change.

I held a grail. A secret.
Lilith eyed and staring
Coiled and sleeping Eve is dreaming.
In the garden of the cauldron
I am growing with the garden.
I am reaching with root fingers
Sunlight rolling up my back bone
And spirit is awakening
In a dream time dance of being
I am winged brown bird all seeing,
I am Queen Ant flown remembered.
In the garden of the cauldron
I am a cup of crystal water
Which you may drink.