Welcome back to White Rose of Avalon, my Darlings.   Today’s post is a poem about being a Priestess in devotion to Flower Brides!

Priestess of the Flower Bride 

by Maranda Wabik

Sweet scent of flowers fills the air

Soft breeze blowing through my hair

Standing barefoot in the grass

Earthing to become a more grounded lass

I feel the energy pulse around me

Fissures of electricity show me who to be

Kundalini begins to rise

From the base of my spine where there’s a prize

Communion with the Plant Allies begins

As the Flower Bride shows me her fins

For the Flower Bride can also be watery

Showing us the steel beneath the silken shell

Balance of Maiden’s purity of intent

With Lover’s love of sensual scent

Walking the Path of the Flower Bride

Great Faery Queen Goddesses whose power I abide

Becoming a Priestess, Always an Enchantress

Learning to Walk My Path

The Path twist and the Path turn 

As my Soul alights in fiery burn

Like the Rose has a thorn

So too, does the Flower Bride seek to warn

She warns me to live a life of truth

She inspires me to live a life of worth!

~I hope you have enjoyed this poem.   Do you feel the call of the Flower Bride?    Let me know your thoughts in the comments below!

Note on Image: The image at the top of the post is the painting Take the Fair Face of Woman by Sophie Anderson.   I found the artwork on https://de.pinterest.com/pin/422775483744019540/.

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