Triple Goddess

I. The Virgin Dimpled white dove of a girl, tell me where did you go when I opened the little door to your cage-- did you flutter, supple and blushing into the half-moon's glimmer? Floating on the breeze of girlhood, did you caress the cheeks of new lovers as you whispered by? Did you sing the songs they yearned to hear, those secret virgin songs of canaries and the pinkest of May's blossoms? Tell me, virgin, where did you go? II. The Whore And you, young tigress with patchouli-scented heart, how did you endure when men exchanged secrets of your naked body while you slept? In dreams they whispered, "Jezebel," and you clung to the sound of it tell me, how did you feed your sweet milky light to moth-men, even as your soul's moon waned and drained you, your body devoid of light? Who guarded your nymph's soul from harm-- tell me, whore, who nourished you? III. The Mother Mother of mushroom, mother of sprite tell me how you gave birth to an angel by the light of the full moon, squatting on your forest bed of moss and memories tell me how you became only a flood of nourishment. A cloud of light. A safe buoy of love in the vast, startling sea of the world and nothing more. Not for your Self. When your angels have flown from you, will you mourn an empty nest? Will you be broken, or will you be free? Goddess mother, tell me... Who will you be?