she wandered the wild hills and deserts
of Earth’s first morning
gathering newborn herbs
nettles petals and leaves
from a boulder
she carved the first cauldron
filled it with the rich waters of Ocean
that crashed beneath her cave
warmed it with fire born of lightning
stirred the potion
bitter strong and sweet
with the branch of a yew tree
dipped a cup deep
and tasted immortality

[Written by Rebecca Buchanan.]

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