To ebb with the moons blessing

It is believed to be an honor
to ebb in sync with the moon
as she waxes into her full face
The ancient whispers of truth
filling sisters with grace…
Shamans, priestesses and healers
synchronise to this cycle of blood,
the red moon, ebbing and flowing
outward bound darkness sung
with light energy glowing.

But I would beg to differ…

An insatiable hunger holds me
As my carnivorous desire drives me
Rational thought now a forgotten entity,
The drummer boy with blades my new reality,
Seven days of sleep
then seven days insomnia,
I find silence now at twilight
sit deep in thought throughout my night,
Just me, the ham and the god danm fridge light.

Yet they say,
this is a blessing
the red moons energy
deep within my core
Empowering, releasing…

Karen Hayward ©2018
Image and words


Goddess of the ebbing tide, where do you hide?


Ebbing sea of dreams,
Do you have the truths,
That we all do seek?
You travel so far,
You must be tired,
Do you sleep beneath the stars?
Does the moon sprinkle,
Diamond dust upon your
Moving tides,
A cloak, where the mermaids hide?
Oh ebbing tides of
The moons desires,
Do you seek
The one that bleeds,
As your master wakes,
the great lakes.
Do you see the paths
That must be walked,
The words,
That must be talked.
The pain that will release,
The fufures,
That will bring peace?
oh ebbing sea of dreams,
Do you have the truths that I seek?