"While whirling in sanctuaries
and prostrating on altars
of a Church that
refused to love Her,
a labyrinth of fragile strength
was knit inside me
where I walked for miles
without a destination."
Barbara Billey
Lillian's Altar
Rhea's Altars
Jeni's Altars
Barbara's Altars
Dagmar's Altars
Mary Grace's Altar
Ode to my V
My darkness, my light my delight—
Source of warmth, wildness, and might—
Pathway to wisdom, discovery, insight—
Source of pain and pleasure
Containment for life’s treasure
Treasure untold
Continuing to unfold
Always in process to enfold
My vulva, my center,
Is brilliant, is bold,
Enfleshed in the colors of pink and gold.
Black Madonna is she,
Hidden but free,
Given to me
As empowerment to be.
Kim's Altars
Marg's Altars
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