Journeys

Journeys

“What big teeth you have, Granny!”,
said Little Red Riding Hood.

I’m a shadow
gliding through woods,
invisible to the eyes of beasts.

I’ll transfix fire in their orbs
with an icy gaze,
run light fingers over fangs
feeling triumphant.

I’ll pass through monsters,
a subtle silhouette
dressed in transparencies.

In archetypal domains,
inhabited by shades of fabulous creatures,
predators and voracious old ladies
in lace caps, between the essence
and form of legendary beings,
fancied lives,
tales written in imaginary memories,
I shall be reborn.

With invincible claws
I shall destroy the monsters dwelling in me.
From the labyrinth of fables
I wove in infancy,
anticipating the dawn of my nights,
I shall return.

Unconfined by my red cape,
I’ll return naked to The Source,
bearing a golden basket.
I shall restore fruits Mother Earth lent me
when she initiated me on journeys
through mythical space.