Saturday, October 30, 2010

13 Goddess pieces

for the 13 Moons of your new year


Simple acceptance
The dancer with the dance
enter pre-dawn mystery
quiet interval, 
incanting music.
Undulating reverie
alone in Hekate's garden
breathing in the memory
of jasmine and spice.
Weary roads have been traveled
crossroad to crossroad
the journey continues.
Weary days have found sustenance
in secreted hovels, dimestore romance.
Convoluted talk, empty gestures,
soul-less ritual
take up the stitches of time.
Some brave midnight
if I learn my lessons well
I will eat the fruits of Hekate's garden
dancing in piquant reverie
leaving my tears and anguish
along the windswept trail,
ebullient music
dancing me
as the Goddess kisses
my tearstains 
into gold.

Approaching Winter 

Twinkling lights. I remember twinkling, 
clouds resplendent awaiting snowfall. 
It's Persephone's time below, 
growing in power, regality. 
Friend to post-living souls, 
hearing their stories, 
sharing her own, 
from the above time.

Flitting about, 
we sing seasonal phrases, 
sweat anxiously in crowded malls 
over inner demands for a never 
remembered perfection. 
Children standing in awe below 
magnificence of glowing giant trees. 
Cities return to primal forest 
for an imaginary season. 
Telling ourselves our stories that 
Santa might find us worthy 
of that shiny plaything that will 
make us all right, make us happy. 
Happy little children, so Mama 
and Papa might be proud, 
stop fighting, 
tell us happy children stories, 
take us back to the Garden. 

Deep below, Persephone combs 
her silken hair, long tangly 
Magical petals of bliss and succulent aroma 
lightly fall within the Garden walls. 
The flowers are sleeping, blanketed in 
millennial layers, 
reverberations of stories, 
plotlines thick with forest lore. 
Snowflakes twinkle, lightly falling 
drape long-growing trees 
peacefully awaiting their Queen. 

Persephone's Worlds

I have wandered far from thoughtless girlhood,
am a woman, a Queen
in my own right
Yet I am treated with the expectations
of a mindless child
in my mother's Summer home.
The Gods are all agog with Zeus,
fickle, abrasive, free to take full stance
above the laws he so imperiously commands.
My Dark King is so much more a man,
sincere, deeply feeling, committed to his realm,
compassionate, if not always kind.
Yet, here I must obey the crowd,
displaying charm and grace
in haute couture, making small, insipid
conversation with the socialites
decorating Zeus' lawn parties.
Up here, life is meaningless, 
All flash and doggerel
to amuse, O', do entertain us
So tiring to endure the ennui.
Those not privy to opulent entitlement,
relegated to the dregs of servitude, or less
endure for their time, brutal, painful, short,
for no good reason.
I hear their horrid tales, 
back in my rightful place and purpose.
Shrunken souls, shriveled by life time hungers
still growling beyond the grave.
I am balm and wise mother.
At last they matter, their stories opening in me
a marvelous passageway through which they are
taken into paradise.
My life above, the petulant daughter,
the pampered goddess spawn,
I endure coldly.
Summer's trivialities, properly obedient to
rituals of the social condition,
know nothing of my true life
under Winter's glory.

Winter Song O' Mother Sun

Winter homage to our waning Sun
that she will return, feed us 
with light and heat, sweet
Mother Star, we enchant
thee with ceremony, singing/dancing
in glorious pageantry at your feet,
a synergy of faith and formal prayer.
We, your children, refine 
your gift of life, designing
grand structures, grander dreams,
imaging rainbows from your
streaming light;
see how our visions grow to take
under your warm embrace
and on through 
these long dark nights.   We beseech you,
reach out our hands to
share warmth of your reflected love,
Mother Sun.

Mother of shadows

Dark encircling
Goddess of Night
from sacred firepit
feeds dreamers
the potency of stars'
cosmic light
concave distortion
myth's shadow

Athena's Valentine

Athena fair
stalwart daughter of Zeus
graces her time and place
with divine knowledge.
Today unlined face,
silken hair,
robust yet fragile form
are proclaimed as the graces
of womanhood.
Athena, lost in the pantheon,
whispers to the nightears
of her faithful,
saying:  "True woman's mind
inclines to wisdom."
But Daddy's girl
wants more recompense
for loneliness.

Scrying on the Moon (for Brigid)

~twilight of the goddess, call to song to aery dancing, lady fair your firey trance rewinds our souls; enjoy these offerings of fancy: all art is yours ~

By sibylline light
images I recognize,
creviced captures of my life.
I know her judgment to be my own.

"Nourished by Moon rivers
mythical cavern blooms
unseen by sunlight
glow green."  
Thus she sets the scene;
becomes the prophecy.

"Purest white simplicity
curved to suggest fragility
faith fed maiden ready for 
given in bondage to womanly woes,
hard rows to hoe
for that human hug through  
crying of night.

Fate of mortal soldiers, sacrificed to lust.
Seeking relief, beg for the boon of drama
high adventure
sneaking into sad hotels
for a fix or a tumble.
deadly play,
danger, a real chance.

Barefoot in the snow
icy roads
winds so strong
I could not make you hear.
I thought you were my destiny.
Crazy thoughts, far from clear;
but I believed
song lyrics from Saturnine deities
would not lie, leave me
dying, fading into winter's grey
drifting clouds,
endless sorrow endured for naught.
Lost on this careless corner,
dreaming of oblivion, intent on visions
like rain
tapping against eternity's
vast windowpane.
Scenic serenity.
Nature's gradations of green
soothe tired eyes,
trembling nerves, throbbing  veins.
Slivers of moonlight reflect
in withered refrains, unearth secrets
embedded in song
effervescing through cool pure air

cleansing the uprising nestling
set aflame
tempered mettle,
pure, wise, tested
engorged with the will
to rise"


Goddess Game

What does a Goddess wear
Silver and diamonds hold her elegant hair
Resplendent gown of rainbow weave
Brilliant songbirds upon each sleeve

What does a Goddess want
How shall illustrious power flaunt
Graceful acrobats and clowns
Obeisance of mitres and crowns

What does a Goddess say
Loverly luscious lips at play
"Illusion is everything.
I am your imagining."

Goddess Dreams of Love

In a far off land, across a careening sea
Beauteous Damsel made a brave decree:
"I am the monarch, the dominant She
Who Must Be Obeyed."
Then she smiled a million miles
Sunshine bright for days.
A sad young thing on a lonely cloud-strewn beach
Looks longingly on a face he cannot reach.
If he had the words he knows he could beseech
her with noble speech.  He prays
to the Goddess of Miracles:
"Please, show me the way."

On a cloudless, moonless night redolent of dreams
Towering waves inundate sand, glowing streams
Showering pure delight, igniting those gleams,
A golden thread together sowing their seams

Silent day arrives, crescendos to song
She glides the beach, feeling fit and strong
"Lithe leaping lyric carries me along."
Her eyes reach onto the beach
To the lapping waves
Where he, dreaming, plays.

Out here, deep in the sea, wild and blue
Do you dream of romance, poignant and true?
Afraid when you awake nothing is new
Swimming eternally free, nothing but you?

Singing your song along a lonely beach
Knowing not who or where it's beauty may reach
Strong is the monarch, sure in her speech,
In her reign
Goddess caressed, you are blessed
for all of your days.

My Pet Goddess

We ride creative waves.
Chaste Goddess child, frisky muse
picks daisies and honey
sweet as to please
any Immortal craving
for innocence.
Secret dreams whisk us 
to deep intimacy.
Supernatural companion, she
comforts me, familiar with these
cycles of light and dark
responsibility --
Family, dead strangers.
Mother's Daughter
Father's Hetaera
Beloved of mordant Destiny.
Begging affection, she cuddles
into my simple, eternal fears.
She licks the eyelids of my
inner vision, let's me open.
Together we transcend
between worlds.

Twilight of Goddess Revelation

What twisted so maliciously your mind?
Your God -- Created that greedy leaders may more easily prevail?
Is it guilty shame, seeded by consistent training insisting that you fail?
Lost to balance, whole possibilities, unable to be free or sane
Eternal life is yours, we scream, while you destroy our birthright
in service to conjuror's dream of denial

but it's just for a while, while we learn what we were from the start
each creature alive to the beat of  a self-reasoned heart


Born other than imperial, torn into what we are told is real
without power to protect ourselves from venal brothers of the order
spreading hatred like any venereal disease
We no longer need to meet you cowering on our knees
Karma's a hot potent bitch unschooled in mercy
Witches reclaim noble heritage, reframe will; herstories prevail
Though born, forced to service, in our master's jail,
lost and lonely midst the masses, masked to fit expected forms 

but it's just for a while, while we learn what we were from the start
each creature alive to the beat of a self-reasoned heart


Listen, little one, watching every moment for our chance,
we will break free to adventurers' romance; dance away the chill of
foreign hills enrapt in leaves and grass.  Hiding in primeval castles,
tightly aligned to a bright inner sphere, holding to hope of life to hold dear
Learning to fly, ride to some unknown side, escape from the herd hate stone,
can't be as hard as learning to stand alone.

but it's just for a while, while we learn what we were from the start
each creature alive to the beat of a self-reasoned heart

Venus Guide Us to Peace
a meditative poem

Not just sweetness and light
There is a strength; there is conviction --
there is a vibrant dedication to true worth.
If we can but believe again 
in all the humane virtues --
Love is sharing, 
in kindness, understanding, supportive regard.
Love is forgiving and being forgiven, 
when it is clear that malice was not intended 
or malice has been exorcised 
-- an acceptance of the positive power
of change, of growth in spirit.
Love is the assumption of "we."
We are doing being going having creating
We are able to exchange our labor, knowledge, 
possessions, positions
We are able to take in more than I -- to synergize
our fortunes into wealth and integral well being.
Love is not just a song -- a pretty set of symbols
Love is a power and a glory 
and an all encompassing truth.
Love is addition and multiplication, 
not division nor subtraction.
Love enriches and inspires.
Love is not blind, not foolish.
Love is not denying the self or self interest.
Love is seeing clearly, knowing wisely, 
understanding and expanding outward 
to take in the universe
of interconnected, interdependent being.
Love sees the ugliness; and loves sees the beauty.
The ugliness saddens; the beauty invigorates.
Love is to peace as music is to harmony.
But how are we to love in a discordant world?
It is within us to pick out the true, 
enduring melody
to which our essential selves are tuned --
If we but look to, listen to, open our selves to 
Venus, the Goddess of Love, 
Peace, Justice, Harmony
as she manifests within us all.

Pluto's Wife/ Demeter's Daughter

Persephone, your will is free
Even as your living is in bondage
to forces much older in their power
You are free to reconcile your fractured life
Daughter in Summer's sun
smiling warmly, playing at innocence
with charms long practiced
Mother's Fool
Mother's Lamb
Saved from that horrible man --
Well, joint custody
Ever Her beloved child
While it is no secret
Down below you are honored Queen
among tortured souls ever needy of your
attentive care
Far from noblesse oblige, it is your
chosen career, though not chosen by you
Are you told enough:
"You do it proud." or even acknowledged 
for the prowess your will gives existence?
Free Will, not Free Choice
It is learning to make of the whole sad cacophony
discrete instruments of harmony, of divine symphony
to find, realize, act with
impeccable integrity
as child or Queen
or someone between

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