And she says to me in a low rumble
“All my living I have been an old woman
In the woods alone
I do what I like:
I muddy & sweep my hut
Carry myself into the sky&
Listen to what it says,
I gather mushrooms
Terrorize foxes & men
With my friendly claws &gait,
Laugh a long time into a bucket
Until it laughs back with spit
Breathe as a stone at the bottom of a creek-&
Many other things I do not say.
But none of it is done from fearing.
Poke at the fear as into the dying fire in yr hearth:
Which way do the sparks go,
How does the fire hiss?
If you choose my life- know you are choosing it,
Not hiding in the woods.”
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From Ask Baba Yaga by Taisia Kitaiskaia
My kind of woman. ❤️
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