An Bean Feasa
Oil on Aluminium, 80X 54cm
Shes an Outlier
Born of desire
Drawing the wilderness in with love
She speaks in vortex a cryptic wind
In your magnetic blood she spins
From a throne, to a tower. Her feminine power
Prowling your borders at every hour.
From womb ever born A triune convergence of eternal hours her seasons writ over you skin
The snares of mind have wounded her kind so much,so much her weeping
For shes is wild
The Maiden, Mother and Crone.
Throwing sticks and spitting magic, Kissing the world as it turns
Shes the bitch, the Sacred Witch A benevolence alit from within
All creation keens forward in mystification The veil is incredibly thin
Refuse her no more,open the door Time to summon her in.