The darkness, <br />dampened with fat teardrops <br />running down chubby cumulus cheeks <br />splashing on the tweedy lap of <br />the hills and valleys. <br />Browns and lilacs and deep lush <br />greens, all now a uniform grey. <br />Homogonized to obscurity by dusk. <br />The golden globe <br />supported on a titian cushion <br />hugged to the breasts of the <br />reclining mounds <br />thrust into the air <br />by centuries of seismologic caresses <br />deep in the loins of the earth. <br />Pale wraiths <br />now flickering scar-like across <br />the face of the moon. <br />And She, nestled fully and comfortably <br />in the velvet backdrop, <br />reassuringly plump. pregnant <br />anticipation <br />as we wait for darkness to fall, <br />almost completely into the arms of night. <br />The golden globe giving way to the silver. <br />The fresh smell of newly watered heathers <br />riding on the breeze. <br />All senses tingling, we join hands <br />and slowly circle, chanting softly <br />Isis, Astarte, Diana, Hecate, Demeter, Kali, Innarna <br />As we raise our praises to her, <br />on such a perfect night. Her presence <br />can be seen, here in this landscape, <br />can be felt, here in this circle <br />on this air, on this night <br />Blessed Be! <br /> <br />07/1992<br /><br />Penni Currie<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/presence-of-the-goddess/
