Figure which has long dwelt in the coolness of sinister stone Opens the pale mouth sounding Round owl's eyes – sounding gold. Those found the cave of the forest decayed and empty The shadow of a doe in the rotten branches At the border of the spring the darkness of his childhood.
Long at the forest border a bird sings your decline The anxious showers of your brown coat; The shadow of the owl appears in the rotten branches.
Long at the forest border a bird sings your decline The anxious showers of your blue coat The shadow of the mother appears in the spiky grass.
Long at the forest border a bird sings your decline The anxious showers of your black coat The shadow of the black horse appears in the mirror of the spring.
I'm a woman, a Witch, a mother, a grandmother, an eco-feminist, a gardener, a reader, a writer, and a priestess of the Great Mother Earth. Hecate appears in the
Homeric Ode to Demeter, which tells of Hades who caught Persophone
"up reluctant on his golden car and bare her away lamenting. . . . But no one, either of the deathless gods or of mortal men, heard her voice, nor yet the olive-trees bearing rich fruit: only tenderhearted Hecate, bright-coiffed, the daughter of Persaeus, heard the girl from her cave . . . ."