Aoibhe
Aoibhe I am everything you don’t know about me I am what you see, what you get and what you don’t get I am not a mother, lover, sister but millions of cells made from the grandmothers who walked in moontime across mountains barefoot fondling the land that flickers in my eyes now and then I am a word of warrior name sung into songlines, bloodlines, storylines more than my myth and less than you assume I can be a pinch of sun that arrest you, or the unrest of…read more