tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-104539582011-04-22T07:16:33.842+10:00annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12176846951494502630noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10453958.post-1106888354874712672005-01-28T15:58:00.002+11:002008-06-23T18:34:59.034+10:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Seven Women from Ancient Time</span><br /><br /><br /><br />she was seen by a temple in moonlit Crete</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">a sacred harlot called Neith</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">she draws a double bow </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">said "do not mistake my elegance </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">for weakness - I birthed all you see </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">oldest moon goddess</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">bring me lotus flowers</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">snakes, cow-horns for my head"<br /><br /><br /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">others saw her on the steppe-lands of Russia </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">called Zarina - one of the horse-faced </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Scythian women some call Amazon</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">she rides bare-breasted dancing</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">robed in panther skin</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">shield of bronze ivy-entwined</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">in her right hand a battle-axe </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">"war is my game" she says....."men ?</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">why - they're for tending hearth fires"<br /><br /><br /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">grief turned Niobe to stone</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">she sits, a weeping mountain</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">grieving her unburied love</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">her fourteen slain children</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">and speaks " never forget</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">I am Ma</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">old as the human race"<br /><br /><br /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">on an island of light and apple trees</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">she lives in a crystal tower</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">a temple of silence</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">where rainbow waves weave and merge</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">her name is Grianne</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">"I am the sun" she says<br /><br /><br /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">our Lady of the Night</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">comes to us in dream</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">immeasurable wild sow</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">wallowing in her mire</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">with her memories</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">of the time she was divine</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">free with sexuality</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">"no binding belt for me" she said</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">"no fear of women then"<br /><br /><br /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">we were there when Velleda rebelled</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">a Gaul, against Rome's vengeance</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">so splendid in her chariot, so tall</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">wearing daggers and eagle feathers</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">gold bracelets and a fighting torque</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">how we wept at her execution<br /><br /><br /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">few saw her emerge vast and green</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Danu great mother earth goddess</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">leader of the Celtic tribes</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">from an island in the western sea</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">where three dark nights of ritual begin</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">when the sun dies to be with the moon<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Pamela Sidney 1998<br /><br /><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10453958-110688835487471267?l=anothergoddesspoempage.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12176846951494502630noreply@blogger.com