Trinity

The crone presides, the mother serves.
The maiden’s waiting in the wings,
each holds she place that she deserves.
The Moon Goddess still pulls the strings.

The fates decide the time for change
then each moves on to higher things
The power structures re arrange.
The aged crone has earned her wings.

The mother then becomes the crone,
the maiden takes the mothers place.
The elders meet to choose the one.
The new maiden who will replace.

The maiden who is now mature.
She is selected carefully.
They must be absolutely sure.
She understands she is to be

untouched a virgin set apart
There is so much she needs to learn
enough to daunt the stoutest heart.
It is an honour she must earn.

The mother maiden and the crone.
Represent the Moon Goddess,
they act together as though one.
The Goddess’ wishes to express.

Each of them must serve their turn
as maiden, mother then as crone
and from their predecessor learn.
The secrets hitherto unknown.

26-Dec-07

poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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