Call me by Her name, the One who Hunts.
Strong with bow, and sharp with arrow.
Fleet on my feet, quicksilver dreaming.
Conjure me with a bloody sickle,
drenched in moonlight.
Yes, once I wore that skin,
but now I have shed it.

 

Call me by Her name, the One who Seduces.
Spark of desire, shot whole into flesh.
Hungered alive with a trembling Name.
Conjure me with a tear-stained dagger
dipped in honey.
Yes, once I wore that skin,
but now I have shed it.

 

Call me by Her name, the One who Births.
Breathed into the shell, by a sacrificial lamb.
I had to die a little, for that heart to beat.
Conjure me with a silver chalice,
full to the brim with wishes.
Yes, once I wore that skin,
but now I have shed it.

 

Call me by Her name, the One who Rules.
Shadowy throne, in a palace of spikes.
Ten guards stand at every tower.
Conjure me with a golden spear,
that speaks the tongues of its enemies.
Yes, once I wore that skin,
but now I have shed it.

 

Call me by Her name, the One who Opposes.
All you hate, and all you love to fear.
Aroused in the blink of a third eye.
Conjure me with a smoking mirror,
smeared with a precious memories.
Yes, once I wore that skin,
but now I have shed it.

 

Call me by Her name, the One who Mourns.
For all I have been, all I have known.
For all the beauty I never saw.
Conjure me with a speck of dust,
stirred with a black and beating wing.
Yes, now I wear that skin,
but soon I will shed it.

 

[Shoshana Edelberg is a journalist, poet and musician based in Atlanta, Georgia. She lives in a witch’s cottage on a creek, where she skries Runes, studies raptors and wolves, and longs for Scandinavia. She’s currently working on a series of poems about the stages of alchemical transformation, and trying to conquer the Finnish language.]