Hecate

Thank you to Megan Dragon for bringing the following poem to ground the story of Hecate.

Song of Hecate

(to be read uproariously)

let birds out of cages!

let bitches bitch!

and dogs be dogs

screech and moan to the moon

let crows de-feet the plastic surgeons

and cry “faarck” to the open sky

we will have age in all her beauty.

rivers of tears and mountains of groaning

the seas are thick with my blood

and yet I live with every baby’s first cry

to cleanse the earth of the sins of adam

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I am old – so old: and yet

methinks this is the dawn of time

from the deepest caverns of earth

the cry goes forth

“no! no! no more!

until the final “no” has been uttered.

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… all is still under the fullest moon.

now the great “yes” arises

out of the sea …

Bridget McKern 1993 (PaGaian Cosmology, p. 267 https://pagaian.org/book/appendix-b/)

And thanks to Hazel for bringing this poem from afar, having not been at Visioning Day. <3

I call to you, kind Hekate, watchful daughter

of far-seeing Asteria, torch-bearing goddess,

night-wanderer, pale and fair as the moonflower.

Hekate of the three ways, goddess of the crossroad,

keen-eyed one, you see clearly what others overlook.

Hekate of the three realms, goddess who holds

a stake in all the worlds, all within are yours to stir.

Gentle of touch and firm of hand, Hekate,

leader of the ghostly train, the barking of dogs

marks your passage, the shining of stars lights your path.

Hekate who is the companion of those who walk

the bounds of light and dark, I praise and honor you.

From the book: ‘In Praise of Olympus: Prayers to the Greek Gods’ by Hearthstone