Another Chance

New moon verging on the great sea above me
stars in plenitude balancing the thin slice of sun given by the Lady
as it arches through this archipelago heart of mine
here, October, soon to be the samhain ritual. No haycocks to burn
in this life, but suddenly, the face of a daughter of the Goddess
in the firelight, a rose-red bouquet of embers. I watch her as she speaks.
Sometimes she is as the glass, and clear, water in the lake.
And sometimes she is as the mirror, bright, but oh what might lie behind
her silvered laughter? That she is the Woman at the Harvest
this year is perfect. My heart watches among the stars and embers
for the clues; the ones to this puzzle me,
and the ones to that puzzle You.

10/1996

Perhaps the first poem I wrote Kimberly, in the mid 1990s. I was just beginning to really use Goddess imagery in my poetry. Previous to that what few references there are to a deity are angry ones to that poor sad god from the old testament of the bible. The joy in this relationship between the Deity as I know had come to see her and the possibility of a new partner in my life has an undeniable power. I have never believed that only the lost love poems are worth writing.