I take back what you have stolen and in your languages I announce I am now nameless.
My true name is a growl.
Margaret Atwood

1 June 2018

untitled (Hestia)

She nests it closer to heart
vagrant for the abandoned
made manifest for the incantation
read by moonlit runes
on a shore
where cleft faces met the sea -
the eye of the sun
rests at the darkest depths
no piercing I will greet
for the ancients swore
a barren land
where God denies the hungry

for our lovely Hedge @ Verse Escape: Friday 55


  1. I love the way you have threaded meaning between the startling visual images.

  2. Hestia, the original dom-goddess. It's hard to be a feeder of any kind of hunger these days, when every powerful hand is turned in opposition. Still I check on the little robins high in my black walnut tree very day, to make sure they are still there, and growing. Stick it to the Man, and help the babies, that's what I say.

    1. baby birds - ugly ducklings until they swan with grace into the world - but then, everyone needs a watchful eye not born of spying for control need/greed -
      thanks for your thoughts my friend

  3. This has a beautiful, measured fall to it, word after phrase tumbling over the splashed rocks of your meaning--nurture is more often absent in nature than present--it takes a goddess, or blessing thereof, to find it in a human heart. The pagan feel here is primal and gives the poem great substance. Thanks so much for writing to the 55, and also for your generous and eloquent comments on my own--you're the only one so far who's mentioned the very different kind of bird I was shooting with my twig. ;_)

    1. thanks Hedge ~ nurture/nature - a constant debate, and sometimes, I think nature's natural ways are actually more nurturing (for the harshness we attribute to the unfolding) than some human version/understanding -
      as for the "shooting your twig" - roflmao - it was extremely clever and my delightful pleasure to read about it, and your 55!

  4. This is evocative with a hint of magic and sun-worship. My best line "....on a shore
    where cleft faces met the sea ..."


thanks for sharing your thoughts, I greatly appreciate it.