Celestial womb that envelops the sky
with such airy light, illuminate my spirit
with your warm wise eyes.
As I look above at your sacred cauldron,
I call you forth, embrace me with your lunar light
descending, you are the mother night.
Hear my call on this summer solstice eve
as you hold your stare, please cast your spell.
Maiden, mother, crone
In all three stages you transform
and ever changing, circle forth
for another night of love and life
of dark dreams and quite remembrance.
Hear my call this summer solstice eve
to celebrate what we dare conceive
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Athena's Words of Wisdom: Empowering Poetry for Women
PoetryThese poems have been written over the course of several years, and reflect emotions as they pertain to being a woman, feeling judged, abused, inadequate, but also powerful after confronting our inner demons. This collection is also reflective of an...
