Ehwaz/The Horse

Open Palm by Amoret BriarRose

Ehwaz/The Horse
by Amoret BriarRose

I approach her slowly,
bit of apple in my hand, hoping to
coax her? Befriend her? I’m not sure either is truly possible.
I know in my heart: she is a wild thing
though the path near the fence is deep and worn
and her warm breath fogs the air as her teeth
gingerly grab sweetness from my open palm,
her muzzle soft, pliant.
Her eyes betray her.

 

 

previously published on November 9, 2016 at amoretbriarrose.com

About the Author

Völva. Priestess. Soothsayer. I am a poet, witch, and synergist. I am an initiate in both Reclaiming and Anderson Feri traditions and have been working magic for 17 years. I seek the sacred in words and woods, in song and silence, and in the intimate magics of the everyday. I endeavor to look life in the eye and believe that surrender holds a key to grace. I am called to divination, gathering messages from tarot cards and runes, from the sounds of tree roots stretching and the drumming of heartbeats. I am called to community, knowing that many hands make light and interesting work. I come alive when our voices come together, calling to the Mysteries. Find out more about me at https://amoretbriarrose.com/

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