Panther Run

Mary Petiet

The dreamscape panther runs, lunging agile, undeniable
tearing at my eyes, my throat, my heart
a young man moves to spear her, but I gesture him away

I am merging with the panther as she rips apart my senses
I am dying to the old as I am born into the new
I am shifting, shaping, changing
I am one thing then the next

Now I panther-run the dreamscape along the moon-lit path,
see through new eyes, speak with new breath,
return from the dreamscape with a heart-song
full of waking poetry.


Mary Petiet is a writer, poet, and publisher. Her work emphasizes our connection to each other and the natural world with a focus on positive empowerment. She met the Sisterhood of Avalon at a pre-COVID Ninefold Conference. A contributor to many publications, including Girl God Books, Mary is the author Owl Magic and Moon Tide (Sea Crow Press) and the founder of Massachusetts-based independent publishing company Sea Crow Press. Visit her website or follow her on Facebook.

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