“I tell you, someone will remember us,
even in another time.” ~ Sappho
And while the beautiful dreamers slept
Artemis rode her chariot into their dreams,
shooting arrows of silver moonlight
through the silken veil of night
as she lured Earth and Sky
to hunt once more. Aroused
under sparkling star-stretched light,
they spiralled into ocean blue.
Where Artemis lowered the moon,
that silent centrepiece, and spied on
each dreamer as they gave chase
to the memory of other waves.
Shamelessly Sky pulled Earth
to silky sands where silver tongues
fell, kissing until the light of heaven
shone, softening each dreamer’s eye.
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.
Far from the maddening crowd,
in the heart of the shepherd’s hut,
I sit and listen to the blue
drift of hush-hush tears
dampen each forget-me-not
of the soul’s wild meadow.
Sheltered from each downpour,
I travel from place to place
with the ease and strength
of a seasoned shepherdess,
who moves as her flock moves,
to rich, flourishing fields.
A shaman came to me
And sang a song
She took hold of my hands
Poured water onto them
She rubbed them
And her song washed
Over my heart and soul
She was so loving
She sat in front of me
Let me love you tonight
And I heard
The Great Mother’s voice
As I laid down and wept
Like a five year old
Waiting for her to return
I am the face you see
in all trees – amid the thickest leaves.
Watch ten rays of sun
sweet-talk the morning mist,
high above my pagan heart,
where knotted roots
speak a tango to twisted limbs.
Seek only the path
with no end, for lips of berry
and sunlight linger there.
Sense Mother Earth and how
she connects me to your world.
Look deep into my eyes
hear the whisper of the wild,
it is where you and I belong.
Three moons shine deeply above the bed
where she lay alone, her eyes silent as ever.
While I, in my black robe, wait endlessly
until consciousness is brushed to one side.
My hands are untied by the dark Mother
who awakens to embrace me once more.
Each night I place myself upon her altar,
yielding to the Mother’s lustrous voice.
Although I cannot see her light, wet body
I lift mine higher as Witch and Soul merge.
Later, after she plants her seed inside of me,
I give her everything and more, and more.
As the moon slipped off her silken robe,
casting silver, liquescent folds over the lake,
two night-dresses slept on rocks below.
Where deep beneath the spell of summer,
lips of witchcraft and enchanted love,
we swam unwrapped in the moonlight.
Under ancient warmth we embraced,
each goddess glowing, soft moon shining.
With shimmering hearts we dived deep,
welcoming Aphrodite’s ardent, aching want.
Poetry saw every kiss, as wet with love,
our bodies lay bare the Mother tongue.
My hips enjoy a life of their own,
overflowing in sweet vitality.
Swinging with the music,
they awaken my melodic soul.
When undressing the bridal bed,
placing flowers on her table,
my hips will start to sway
to those songs on the radio.
With mop in hand when tidying,
they provoke a wild dance
with my hips all shaking
and silver earrings joining in.
I enjoy blending my hips
with my womanly rhythms,
ignoring the mad voice inside
who screams out, “Whore!”
As the first gold beam crept under the tree,
mother and child stopped playing at once
and beheld each other in that knowing way.
Persephone became rather restless then,
taking herself off at once to the darker roots.
There she unearthed the concealed keys
and cleared out her shady jewel boxes,
before she sat to pen a note to her husband.
“It is time for me to leave, I cannot explain it,
do say goodbye to your sisters,” she wrote.
“Tell them I will come back in the winter,
for I have out-stayed the season husband,
listen to how my Mother calls, I must go.
When I awoke in shadow there was a smell,
or this heartfelt feeling, I don’t know which,
yet I knew it was summer above Hades.”
I’m in love with a seasoned witch,
I can hardly believe I’ve spoken the words.
Daily I watch over her mystical books,
smiling as gold dust flies from the pages
wrapping itself around the window,
calling out to its lover the silvery moon.
The curtains and my nose twitch then,
as I follow the heavenly scent of her body,
hissing like the devil if anyone gets too close.
I guide her back to the four Queens
where we sit and wait for Hekatê.
No ordinary mistress my lady witch.
I was looking at her shirt,
imagining buttons scattering to the floor
like newly fallen mistletoe.
Smelling laughter as it lurked in the folds
of her devil’s snare skirt,
as she swayed in dancing gold earrings.
I was kissing with lips of young love,
discovering tiny yew cones hidden within
each fold of her flesh.