deepundergroundpoetry.com
The Forgotten Goddess
- The Forgotten Goddess -
Part One: The Wild Place
In autumn, one year, when I was a teenager full of angst...
Doubtful of all gods and their power to comfort with caring,
I did go astray from the safe road I had walked at length.
I found myself lost in the wilderness, yet filled with daring!
Of old, the races of mankind have told tales of deities fallen,
Not all from sin, but some from grace too blindingly beautiful.
Thus it came to pass, that I did go wandering quietly solemn,
In places wild and desolate, seeking divinity with a heart full.
Divinity amidst nature, as the ancients did find in noble quest,
Thusly I walked through forests deep, like a trip into the past.
My second sight was open, and for hours I did hear only this...
The sound of the leaves beneath my feet, and no divine bliss.
Lonely is a pilgrim's path, when the pilgrimage is madly long...
Despite the whistling of the wind or the birds' delightful song.
In every corner of the woods, I thought as the sun did sink,
That I beheld the shadows move, as the stars began to wink.
Part Two: The Lost Queen
In that in-between time, when day and night are thus mixed,
I left any semblance of a trail behind me, perhaps on purpose.
And so my feet were set upon a course I knew not was fixed,
By a power as old as time, who had set me upon this course.
As twilight came upon the land, in the golden afternoon glow,
I found myself in a sandy patch of land, still hot from the day.
Still hot, the sandy ground, where naught green could grow...
And so I sat upon a rock to rest my weary feet without delay.
There came, as if in a shaft of the golden sunlight, a dark form,
Though not frightful, it rose before me like some bleak storm.
A woman's face and form I saw, in ancient robes of black hue,
Glimmering faintly, those garments, as like unto so very few.
Her face was white as ivory, her eyes black as a starless eve,
She whispered to me secret things, like none as I'd believe!
And in that place, outside of time, she took me into her arms,
My will surrendering unto hers, my spirit taken by her charms.
Part Three: The Road Home
Held within the power of a goddess, one is without all power,
Save to hear and heed, and in her presence I knew comfort.
All sense of the world escaped me, in that enchanting hour...
I was like a drowning man adrift at sea, heedless of any port!
Her true name, she spoke, as that a secret thing lost to time,
My own as well, she knew, and so we formed a lasting bond.
An ancient goddess and her child, in golden light so sublime,
That spell did last seeming long, as if cast by a magical wand.
Until at the last, she turned into a cloud of ravens flying off...
Into the trees beyond the dry lands, the clouds their very loft.
I heard the sounds of ghostly wolves, and saw their tracks...
Yet nothing of them could be seen, invisible were their packs!
They followed me unto the border of the woods as I had left,
And with night they were gone as I found the old road home.
Never again did I behold the forgotten goddess whose craft,
Had quieted within me all desire to, in her lost lands, roam.
Epilogue...
How I found the right way home, I cannot recall; it just was,
And so I learned not to question divinity again, for it is real!
Mankind merely has to open their inner eye, and so because,
We have the gift to see, we have only to open up and feel.
Light and darkness are but words we put on greater things,
Which lie beyond all mortal sight like a hidden bell that rings.
Haunting in its' melody, familiar in its' tune as any you'd hum,
That is how true magic works, when its' working has begun!
Part One: The Wild Place
In autumn, one year, when I was a teenager full of angst...
Doubtful of all gods and their power to comfort with caring,
I did go astray from the safe road I had walked at length.
I found myself lost in the wilderness, yet filled with daring!
Of old, the races of mankind have told tales of deities fallen,
Not all from sin, but some from grace too blindingly beautiful.
Thus it came to pass, that I did go wandering quietly solemn,
In places wild and desolate, seeking divinity with a heart full.
Divinity amidst nature, as the ancients did find in noble quest,
Thusly I walked through forests deep, like a trip into the past.
My second sight was open, and for hours I did hear only this...
The sound of the leaves beneath my feet, and no divine bliss.
Lonely is a pilgrim's path, when the pilgrimage is madly long...
Despite the whistling of the wind or the birds' delightful song.
In every corner of the woods, I thought as the sun did sink,
That I beheld the shadows move, as the stars began to wink.
Part Two: The Lost Queen
In that in-between time, when day and night are thus mixed,
I left any semblance of a trail behind me, perhaps on purpose.
And so my feet were set upon a course I knew not was fixed,
By a power as old as time, who had set me upon this course.
As twilight came upon the land, in the golden afternoon glow,
I found myself in a sandy patch of land, still hot from the day.
Still hot, the sandy ground, where naught green could grow...
And so I sat upon a rock to rest my weary feet without delay.
There came, as if in a shaft of the golden sunlight, a dark form,
Though not frightful, it rose before me like some bleak storm.
A woman's face and form I saw, in ancient robes of black hue,
Glimmering faintly, those garments, as like unto so very few.
Her face was white as ivory, her eyes black as a starless eve,
She whispered to me secret things, like none as I'd believe!
And in that place, outside of time, she took me into her arms,
My will surrendering unto hers, my spirit taken by her charms.
Part Three: The Road Home
Held within the power of a goddess, one is without all power,
Save to hear and heed, and in her presence I knew comfort.
All sense of the world escaped me, in that enchanting hour...
I was like a drowning man adrift at sea, heedless of any port!
Her true name, she spoke, as that a secret thing lost to time,
My own as well, she knew, and so we formed a lasting bond.
An ancient goddess and her child, in golden light so sublime,
That spell did last seeming long, as if cast by a magical wand.
Until at the last, she turned into a cloud of ravens flying off...
Into the trees beyond the dry lands, the clouds their very loft.
I heard the sounds of ghostly wolves, and saw their tracks...
Yet nothing of them could be seen, invisible were their packs!
They followed me unto the border of the woods as I had left,
And with night they were gone as I found the old road home.
Never again did I behold the forgotten goddess whose craft,
Had quieted within me all desire to, in her lost lands, roam.
Epilogue...
How I found the right way home, I cannot recall; it just was,
And so I learned not to question divinity again, for it is real!
Mankind merely has to open their inner eye, and so because,
We have the gift to see, we have only to open up and feel.
Light and darkness are but words we put on greater things,
Which lie beyond all mortal sight like a hidden bell that rings.
Haunting in its' melody, familiar in its' tune as any you'd hum,
That is how true magic works, when its' working has begun!
Published 17th Jun 2015
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 1
reading list entries 0
comments 3
reads 795
Commenting Preference:
The author encourages honest critique.
For my illustration for this poem, I decided to use this painting I created called “Lucifer” which you can also find on DeviantArt at the following link:
http://tladyjessica.deviantart.com/art/Lucifer-288062032
The painting represents two things: my higher spiritual self, and my spiritual twin Diana Lucifera, who was of old the Roman goddess Diana and the Greek goddess Artemis. The goddess in this poem also represents those two things, my higher self and Diana, so this painting was the ideal choice to pair with it. :)
http://tladyjessica.deviantart.com/art/Lucifer-288062032
The painting represents two things: my higher spiritual self, and my spiritual twin Diana Lucifera, who was of old the Roman goddess Diana and the Greek goddess Artemis. The goddess in this poem also represents those two things, my higher self and Diana, so this painting was the ideal choice to pair with it. :)
22nd Jun 2015 2:42am
24th Jun 2015 4:56am
This one has a lot of meaning to me, so I am happy that you liked it! And doubly happy since you liked my artwork too. I had always intended for this painting of mine to go with this poem, so I totally had to pair them when I released this poem here on Deep Underground. Thanks for taking the time to both read and comment, Zoey! I am always happy when fans, friends, and fellow poets and poetesses comment. *Smiles* :)
