(A low, resonant hum echoes off ancient stone, accompanied by the soft crackle of a single flame in the dark)
Out of the silent void where time and memory meet.
Sovereign grace steps forward like mist rolling in off a cold sea.
In the quiet glow of a lone ritual flame, old wounds are laid bare before a presence powerful enough to understand every hidden secret.
And offer the healing that follows.
In The Great In-Between.
The story arc.
I woke up in a regal bed chamber.
Had conversations of the soul with a strange woman of high status.
I wrote this based on that experience.
The Dream Goddess
(A lone voice whispers)
There was something so extraordinary about you.
Cleopatra's inner circle would have wept.
Your inescapable power and grace always seemed to roll in before you.
Like November's sea fog
While sleeping kings and queens slept.
Like Midhir or Mab, from the Wild Woods.
You just understood where all my deepest secrets were kept.
In the great void where time and deep space intersect.
So this poetic artefact is for you.
The only woman who once opened me up like a can of worms and offered to heal me
As her white ritual candle burned
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
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