As the poet drifts off to sleep,
the mercurial archetypes
below are busy sorting out
their light and dark sides,
together with which typology
will go with each character.
Metamorphosis of the Crone
Last night I had a dream
the Triple Goddess appeared,
first as a dancing girl
who wove violets in my hair,
then as my silent mother
who led me by hand to a mirror.
There, a beautiful, ugly
old hag stood laughing at me
and with her laughter
I began to laugh too,
as each flower metamorphosed
into love, poetry and music.
Mama Monarch
Up the hill
and across the field,
behind red maple leaves
the Green Man watches
His Goddess,
busy in the nursery,
feeding, changing, singing
to Her children.
Disappearing Down a Jungian Rabbit Hole
Dear Poets and Dreamers,
Just a short note to say that I will be disappearing down a Jungian rabbit hole for the rest of the year in order to explore my Animus Diet diaries and Divine Hermaphrodite essays in greater depth, before hopefully emerging with Persephone next spring (2022), with a new book or lengthy article at the very least.