Cloak

by Drum posted on junho 13, 2019
Related: Non-Specific Hearth Cultures, Creative Writing, dean

by Rev. Jean “Drum” Pagano

From the primordial darkness
The Goddess,
Dark-cloaked,
Dark-veiled,
Lifts the cloak,
Lifts the veil
And peers from underneath

The world,
Sheltered and warm,
Held in loving incubation,
Taut In elastic anticipation
Firm In nascent imagination
Nestled against her soul

Under her cloak,
The Earth lays waiting
Under her cloak,
There is no sky
Under her cloak,
All protection is afforded
To the world inside

From the darkness
The Earth is born:
The cloak lifts away,
Transformed into a raven
With wings across the sky

The Great Mother,
Soars overhead
With a word,
Spoken to the Sky,
With incantation,
Chanted to the Sky,
With a single glyph,
The Sun erupts into the sky

The Great Mother holds
The Sun,
Cupped in her hands,
She speaks softly
And ogham stream
Shimmering onto the Earth

“Duir”,
She speaks to the Earth,
And the first oak is born.
Rejoicing,
It lifts its branches
In song 


by Drum posted on junho 13, 2019 | Related: Non-Specific Hearth Cultures, Creative Writing, dean
Citation: Drum, "Cloak", Ár nDraíocht Féin, junho 13, 2019, https://ng.adf.org/article/cloak/?lang=pt-br