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My poems read in this episode:
She crouches in the corner,
Shivering from eons of damp neglect.
Then Titaness, with eyes shooting fire-arrows.
Next, ancient stone mother with snakes for hair.
Daughter.
Crone.
Mistress of life,
Bringer of death.
The transforming
Wild goddess.
Trembling, dancing.
Relentless thrumming.
Whispers, shouts.
Cave and mountain.
River and desert.
Pulse of the universe.
Go ahead, she says,
Remain.
With your doom scrolling, panic-inducing nonsense.
Plucking eyebrows, yet
Avoiding the mirror.
I’ll still be here.
Getting water all over the bathroom floor.
Sitting at your desk.
In the corner of your bedroom,
Black eyes shining watching you slumber.
Legs stretched out from a kitchen chair,
Watch out, don’t trip.
Until. You. See.
That it is a reflection.

My Goddesses Are Wild And Free
My goddesses are wild and free.
Inconvenient, independent.
Rebellious.
Resisters.
Revengers.
My goddesses are wild and free.
Hunting the wicked.
Conquering monsters.
Turning fools into swine.
Driving dragon chariots across the sun.
Shining pale moon beams,
Burning torches.
All the stars above,
And the deepest depths.
My goddesses are wild and free.
Many faces, many moods.
They scare the life into me.
Shakers. Movers. Chain Breakers.
Dream haunters.
Screaming whispers,
Dead silence.
Enduring, changing.
Fleeing, remaining.
My darkest desires,
My brightest dreams.
My goddesses are wild and free.
Death walkers.
Truth talkers.
Trouble makers.
Impatient with fakers.
Claiming those they desire,
Casting others into the fire.
My goddesses are wild and free.
Answering my call,
Showing up uninvited.
Forever travelling their road,
Leaving behind a trail
That I must follow.
My goddesses are wild and free.

Eponymous chant for the episode title is by Jan Runnalls.