Mother Crone
Earth Mother
in cold December
her heart frozen over
full of strength
fragile as glass
let the world mourn
Persephone entombed
her sweet warmth
blush of life stolen
Demeter raves
death touches
the world.
Mother Crone
Earth Mother
in cold December
her heart frozen over
full of strength
fragile as glass
let the world mourn
Persephone entombed
her sweet warmth
blush of life stolen
Demeter raves
death touches
the world.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. ~ Edgar Allan Poe
Nice, very pagan. I celebrate the abduction of Persephone every year.
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"Personal note: When I was a little kid my mother told me not to stare into the sun. So once when I was six, I did. At first the brightness was overwhelming, but I had seen that before. I kept looking, forcing myself not to blink, and then the brightness began to dissolve. My pupils shrunk to pinholes and everything came into focus and for a moment I understood. The doctors didn't know if my eyes would ever heal."
-Pi
Thank you, yes, I celebrate Thesmosphoria, the celebration and honor of Demeter this time of year.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. ~ Edgar Allan Poe
The ancient Goddesses make for a most delightful read. I am a Christian, but I haven't forgotten my studies of ancient deities...
Some of us laugh
Some of us cry
Some of us smoke
Some of us lie
But it's all just the way
that we cope with our lives...
Hehe thank you, Demeter is one most near and dear to my heart and this time of year I always feel a particular closeness to her.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. ~ Edgar Allan Poe
Winter can be a drag.
"blush of life stolen" is the line that sums up the devastating nature of her absence. I can tell this poem means a lot to you, thanks for sharing, it is beautiful !![]()
"real
loneliness
is not
necessarily
limited to
when
you are
alone"
-C. Bukowski
a festoon of colour washed through me.
Before sunlight can shine through a window, the blinds must be raised - American Proverb