Goddesses? Always. But change full
In our manifesting. Maidens first,
When you flickered like a willow,
All legs and movement, a green flame,
And we were glorious, furious, demanding
Worship. Joyful. Then you led the way
Into the fruitful pools of Motherhood,
The fiercer joys of holding smaller hands,
Wiping small faces, ripening apples.
I watched you write yourself, carving
Your goddess. Show the strength
Of blood, of womb, of breast,
And still the flame, the moon,
The midnight dancing.
Last night we laughed, and talked
Of being Crones. I think
You’ll find a power there, the flame
Will burn as white as ice. I think you’ll still
Move through the world in strength,
Green as a willow.
For we are always goddesses,
Changing only in our manifesting.