Alone in my cave I hear Persephone scream
as the veil between upper and lower worlds lift.
I alone bear witness to her being dragged down,
deep into the dirt and desolation of Hades,
leaving Demeter to face the empty cradle alone.
A necessary cut; their separation and my return
as a dark feminine nature descends over all.
I alone stand guard over Mother and Maiden,
protecting them in their darkest moments,
all the while crowing as I become Hekatê.
A blessed trinity: Maiden, Mother and Crone.
A natural Witch, looking three ways at once.
Demeter reveals to me how she withheld
her bounty, so that others would think thrice
before ever presuming on my good nature.
The loss of virtue and innocence must come
as Persephone readies herself for initiation,
while I talk boundaries and establish Seasons.
Three goddesses stir this pagan’s cauldron.
The dogs howl. I sit and guard the moon.
Copyright © Deborah Gregory 2014
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