Hermes Red - Imogen Rehearses For The Queen

The time is ripe - the time is rare, - to dance among

the berries there, in Autumn when the colour

is rich. I stand among the ruins still, and take

my call to the Rainbow Serpent Queen. I

hold a bright tapestry up as a gift to her,

struck by her art of change, a homage,

barely perceivable in the huge space

of the arena. The trees are losing their

golden leaves, to feed the earth, and

nourish her again in turns. The cycle

is giddying, yet safe and sound, eternal

and evermore, berry ripe. I spin

around in a circle, grasping at the ears

of grain heaped in rows,

and rows by the harvested earth.

The moon is almost full.

Homage:

Though not always known,

I am thankful for it,

Though sometimes forgetting of mind,

I am thankful for it,

Though not always felt,

I am thankful for it.

It never leaves, it never goes, the

colours, the cycle,

shows.

In spite of being curtailed, in spite

of unworthy or illicit sacrifice, still

the ruby burns. Like a match head,

it strikes into a ball of coloured

flames.

Grateful to be bowing to the

Queen...

copyright Imogen Crest 2006.