In the month
of her persistence
the moon cowers
in the haunted space
between the memories
she worships
and the goddess
she will become.
Her invocations
spoken softly
soothe the delicate
geometry of faith.
A balance of systems
that inhale starlight
and exhale
early blooming love.
Reverence for
the goddess of spring
brings the memory of water
and creates pyramids
within the hallowed circle
while the seeding
begins anew.
If you enjoyed this poem, have a look at my book, We Swallow Light. It’s an exploration of events in a past life and a refreshing take on overcoming pain and the joy of finding love.
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Moon poems and goddesses -- you are speaking my love language, Tree. The words left a sweet aftertaste and it was a pleasure to linger in them for awhile, a quiet moment of moonlit awe. Thank you.