In times of old, The Furies protected Mother Right. If a mother (or any woman) was harmed, The Furies swooped down and took their vengeance. They were one of the last vestiges of a world that existed before the patriarchy. When we feel righteous anger, it is The Furies who are calling out to us to make what is wrong right again.

Friday, March 04, 2005

Midnight Song 

This poem is by Witchhazel Wildwood, and it's from We'Moon '05. I'm up in the middle of the night and have no words of my own, so I thought I'd share these by Witchhazel, who has given her permission ahead of time for the poem to be published. Sweet dreams!

The Ridgeway Song

I walk the oldest road
the ridge to the river
above the tree line

I walk the great divide
blue sky on the one side
grey on the other
I journey through time

I walk the path of the ancestors
carved in memory
the path of the ancestors
carved in memory
carved in stone

time after time after time
layers of time gone by

step after step after step
I walk with the old ones

—Witchhazel Wildwood ©2000
Posted by: Kim Antieau / 3/04/2005 01:31:00 AM
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