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Posted: September 7th. 2010 2:36:57 PM
A Ritual of Goddess Granting
by Sunshine RunningWolf
Age Group: Adult
Smoke curling to the heavens,
Through the smoky mountain trail.
A young woman and her companion,
A wolf that will fight tooth and nail.
For only she holds his heart,
When she found him stalking through a canyon.
Across the earth they wander,
Together from the start.
On impossible love they ponder,
A love of no compare.
They wander 'cross the mountains,
Eating deer and hare.
As they go the distance,
To give the Goddess a prayer.
The wolf- he loves his lady,
As his hypnotic eyes put her in a trance.
The lady and her wolf,
they play the impossible dance.
They go to make their prayers heard,
Upon the moonlit mountains,
As incense smoke curls skyward,
Up the mountain path.
Pad across the moist, moony floor,
More of me; more of us.
moonlight filters through the purple haze
blue smoke of witches brew,
Fur shivers down the spine
I remember an artist's golden turpentine.
Brush sliding 'cross the sky,
Making spirits of Lughasnadh all fly.
Wolf and witches pray,
To goddess, love, the night,
To the Horned God's day.
My master's visage,
A young woman's face
Upturned to the Goddess,
Filled with love and grace.
I look up to the moon,
And see the month-mother's love aglow
As my young familiar thanks the mother for her flow.
My wolf-fur shivers in the night,
And see descending in my sight
A flower for my sweet familiar maiden
The Crone and Mother who is laden
Full with love and joys so tiny and pure.
My friend, my lover's heart is swollen,
Giving and open,
As the Goddess gives her to me,
And my howls send up others in rejoice and glee.
I have a lover now, my companion, my sweet
Of wolf and woman, wiccan she be.
So to the Goddess I give thanks.
Merry part, as we do merry meet.
The moon is lit,
The smoke is purple,
And he is alive.
There are lies in the eyes of men,
But a secret shines through wolf eyes.
A man stands in the midst of a misting cauldron.
Melting ice lays about his feet,
A woman near his flank.
And wolf hair flows from his head.
Most handsome is he, with silver orbs filled by love.
Reverence for his Lady, his love.
Moonlight filters through incense smoke,
And trembling milky hands shiver for a wolf man's touch.
Kneeling naked at his companion's feet,
Vows are made to the Goddess.
The mountain pines rustle,
As the moon watches them.
Sweet embraces and tender touches,
A caress needed to feel silky skin upon a palm.
They are gifted by the moon,
Giving reality to dreams.
Author's Notes: This was originally three poems made for my Creative Writing class's final exam, though all three were to go together like this in the end, as it's a sort of story that I envisioned in my head. The gist of the story is this:
~A young maiden and her familiar and traveling companion, a wolf, fall in love, even though they know it's an impossible love and forbidden. So they travel towards the mountains to pray to the Goddess to answer their wish that they might be together in the same form, whatever that may be.
~In the second part of the triad, they have reached the top of the mountain, where it's cold, and the maiden prays to the Goddess, with her wolf-lover at her side under the full moon. the wolf sends up his own howling prayer as the Goddess comes down to grant the wish of the Wolf and his maiden.
~in the last part of the three, the Goddess grants the lover's wishes, Turning the wolf into a man, but leaving his wolf-honesty intact, and his face, body and eyes much like his wolf-self. The maiden and the wolf make vows to the Goddess, so creating the companionship of dog and man, as well as birthing (my own creation of it) the myth of the Werewolf. The maiden and the wolf make love, "creating" the myth, and showing that wolves and humans are alike, in that they only love one individual for their lives.
and that is the summary of the triad poem, along with some breakdown of the symboligy. Please do not reproduce or use without my consent. Thank you, and Blessed Be.
Author's Location: Wauwatosa, Wisconsin
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