Selene

REFLECTIONS ON SELENE When very young I was a devout acolyte of the Goddess Selene As she began her monthly journey when night fell askance, When earth became lit from her head’s beatific radiance And golden crown glorious to be seen. When she increased after mid-month I loved her dearly, But after many a cloud-filled night I felt a dread . One night I went out and saw she was missing half her head: I searched everywhere in the garden, frantically, wearily, Behind stone gnomes and around gnarled trunks of trees, Until I found her lying in a puddle, seeming dead. I put my timorous hand in the water to touch her head And she came alive and wriggled endlessly with ease. I slept happily knowing she had not lost by chance Half of her divinely beautiful countenance. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .. . . . . . . Written by Sydney Peck Entered in Nette Onclaud's Contest INTO THE MOOD OF IMAGERY