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Sometimes a Dark Goddess

written by: Karem Barratt

@KaremIBarratt

 

Sometimes a dark goddess raises in your heart,

And your lavender fields turn poppy red.

And she asks you to take your sword, that sword wielded

So long ago and put to rest, wrapped in silk,

Under your bed. And you say no.

Sometimes a dark goddess will not take “no” for an answer,

And she’ll call again your name.

She will stand outside your window,

The wind lifting the veil of her moon-lit hair

Like a praying flag hanging on a tree.

And she will wait.

And you try to explain about your long

Winding quest for inner peace; the years spent

At the feet of masters; the mantras you said,

The blue lotuses you opened in your heart

To put your champion to rest.

You speak and you explain about the colours

In your life now, about the sweet birds singing in personal meadows you have come to create,

How you love everybody and everything, And how you tread gently, a child of the light,

Focusing only on the kindness and the warmth.

Sometimes a dark goddess smirks so softly

That all the temples inside of you crumble and crack.

At her feet, an armour has your name engraved on it,

And she will hear none of your reasons or truths.

Your sword, that one you believed safe away,

Rests on her hands, as she stands, still,

Outside, her silver eyes fixed on you, looking through

The wall, through your skin, through your bones,

And suddenly you noticed her raven sitting on your shoulder,

The barriers gone, her dark wings stretching

As wide as the night.

Sometimes a dark goddess brings birds’ songs to a halt.

She announces the season of the warrior; she demands you go out and put the wrongs right.

And she reminds you that only in her darkness

Can you truly see your light.

And you know you have lost: the excuses, the desires, good no more, not today, not in these times, and the only

Way to put away your sword, is to take it again,

And ride once more with the Morrigan.

Karem Barratt

Karem Barratt

Born in Venezuela, now living in England. Interfaith Minister, Coach and writer. Living happily with Hubby, Daughter, Dog and Guinea-Pig. Finds inspiration in music, nature, dreams and the everyday. No specific subject, but whatever the muse drops on her lap. Can be very dark at times but in her good moments she's very "kawai", which according to her 12-year-old is a mix of giddy, colourful, cheesy and camp.
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