Hecate waits


Hecate waits. Between winter and spring,
Timing, when to push, is crucial.

Life’s moods will change;
It will burst, rock and consume,
Enchant and disappoint.

Life hides in dark shadows;
It dreams among the creepy things of our fears:

The blind grub, the dung beetles,
Rotting flesh and decayed greens.

It hangs on in the mazes
Of dried up roots and sharp flint,

In the stench of our waste,
The rage of our despair,

The rheumy eyes of a pup,
The wrinkles of our skin
And the dullness of our hearts.

Life has no choice.
It moans and pushes… it feeds death.

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About emmylgant

Cloud watcher and dreamer sometimes wise, often foolish, but I am what I am.
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12 Responses to Hecate waits

  1. Dear Emmy,

    Beautifully written and much to think about.




  2. john zande says:

    Hecate? Are you penning these gems from Greece at the moment?

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    • emmylgant says:

      Please forgive me for being so late to answer. No, I am not in Greece, but I am deep into the archetypal mythology…. Interesting waters of the psyche to be sure…or should I say swamp? Thank you John.

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  3. arjaybe says:

    Hecate Strait runs between the mainland and Haida Gwaii (the Queen Charlotte Islands.) Sometimes I used to wonder what the foreign vessels’ crews thought entering it. The local mariners told me it was prone to sudden huge waves. You could go from fine weather to danger of being swamped in next to no time. The two faces of Hecate?


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  4. ceayr says:

    Well, Em, your usual amazing imagery somewhat dulled by the bleakness of the message.
    But superb nonetheless.

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  5. PapaBear says:

    What the “Hecate” Emm ! This is down right depressing. .., but written well. 😉

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