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Poetry| Creativity | Mythology

Who is the Goddess of the Moon?

Artemis or Hecate

sculpture-3139547_1280 by marisa04 from pixabay

The quality of the tensions held a calibrated lightness.

Their brief assessments coolly made within their shared regard.

Two goddesses connected in spoken word and rituals both by the hunt and by the dark, deep knowing penetrates their blood.

Each holds an image of the moon; the prayers to gain a boon from one, while offerings in forest glens appeased the huntress in her realm.

Then came the storm that touched the edge of all the souls that roamed the earth.

Engulfed in a dance of ions and atoms the stars fall from overhead. It filled them up.

And the moon is pale on the backside of their bright

Tree Langdon is a writer and editor for ILLUMINATION and Whispers of Magic. Follow her on Twitter and Facebook.*

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