Poetry Circle

The goddess sat brooding in her sanctuary where spirits came and went bearing tidings from all lands or emptying at her feet the cups of offered prayer.

About her fell her robes, blue as the sky and over the robes hung down her hair dusky as the night; beneath her bent brows shone her eyes like stars of the night. In her hand was the rod of power and the footstool at her feet was shaped like the round world.

There, canopied with light, she sat upon an ebon seat and brooded while round her beat music like sea waves upon the shore. Such music- as is not known upon earth.

“Wisdom’s Daughter”