I’m coming home. From father’s
to mother’s house, I go.
I tire of ritual,
or spiritual to, and fro.
Apple trees. Wild fay, I
embrace all. Fight for our sows!
Sing for lasting women-folk!
My oak-children will ne’er bow.
I go to my sorrows end
where men are gentle, and wives
are strong, mothers love daughters,
and fodder makes not sons’ lives.
Sacrifice my youth, I did.
Forbidden desires, too.
I kent only of white Christ:
of ‘right’ – not for me – for you.
I travel with but heart,
depart I Camelot now.
I go to lands of foxglove,
and love. No longer Christ’s cow.
This is actually a draught of a poem for the Lancelot, and Arthur’s letters. Lady Melinda is a Christian-raised woman, but chooses to become a priestess after seeing how free the Avalonians are.