Lemurian City of Ladies

Of all the legends of the Emerald Isle,
the most enticing is that of Loycha –
save that you can only go there alone
and ever leave your loves and dreams at home.

So I gift to thee a magic feather
plucked slyly from a Myrddin Falcon wing
that you may be in twain a shape-shifter
in form and spirit and divine embrace.

Divest thyself of earthly mothered bonds
while cleaving still to fond hearth and pledge,
and entrance the dancing maiden within
to dwell in Loycha’s pollened mists again.

of course, you must tell us of the trip …

papa faucon