Ode to the Dark Mother

Nocturnal ritual

breathing in the night as she changes me

slow as we live

fast to embrace with these destructive hands

These things that are part of me

part of all life

each pose potential to create and destroy

polarities that make us whole

Blood and spirit

attunes with the nocturnal bellows

and waves of light come soon

but now is the time to call the ancient mother

somber in the dark wood

Hers is the satin veneer

like gossamer,

veils the stars above

Calling out for solace

She reminds us of our origins

and in her songs, we bridge the gap

with the primal Self.


Published by: Katie Anderson

Katie Anderson is a priestess, mentor, researcher, writer, and artist. She writes essays, poetry, and fiction that intersect history, philosophy, and spirituality. Previous publications include Lilith: Dark Feminine Archetype. She is currently preparing her first book, When Above for self-publication. She lives with her husband and son in Troy, Missouri.

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