Whispers of Artemis

By Sushree Sunayana Mishra

Cloaked in night, I roam the woods,

I am the wild hunter, dancing with the wolves.

Bathed in silver, dipped in moonlight,

Leader of the hunt, I am the goddess of the night.

Moon’s crescent adorns a regal wreath,

Stars upon my brow, against darkness beneath.

Twin to Apollo, rival to the sun’s flare,

I dwell where even shadows don’t dare.

With a bow of starlight, I chase away the day.

Singing a nocturne’s tune, I impale patriarchy’s play.

I am the silent archer, a beacon for liberty.

I am the guardian of forests, wild and free.

I am the protector of women, leading the way,

Unyielding spirits in whispered vows, my sisters portray.

I empower them with warrior’s pride,

To vanquish the foes who broke their stride.

Underneath the silvered dome, with hounds beside,

I hunt through ancient groves and meadows mild.

My arrows swift and true, with sisters by my side,

I am the moon goddess, the Goddess of the Wild.

By Sushree Sunayana Mishra