Friday, August 4, 2017


Run the music magically,
let the notes full shine,
sing the wonder deeply;
tease the stilted mind.

Hear the message flimsy,
know it is a truth,
soul does speak in silence;
trips up doubt as proof.

Three, the sacred number,
life's trilogy bespoke,
trace the Goddess line;
Mother, Maiden, Crone.

Tire not of the work,
let time call you on,
be the servant dutiful;

honouring her song.


  1. I suppose it is such a classic metre that it has been used many times before, so this poem echoes childhood hymns for me, and the twist that it is about the goddess - which I think of as something internal and self-reliant - makes it particularly pleasing. The first verse is a lovely opener, so lyrical and joyful.

  2. Nice trimeter lines in praise of the Goddess. "Trilogy" and "trimeter" go together well. In particular I liked the lines about knowing the "message flimsy" as a truth.

  3. Love this peaceful incantation, The flow of the stanza that ends "Mother, Maiden, Crone" is especially mellifluous.

  4. I can't tell you how much I enjoyed this one! From the first melodic stanza to time calling on it's a pure pleasure. Applause from my corner!

  5. A beautiful poem with a delightful rhyme and rhythm.