I find a comfortable spot to perch
at the crossroads.
My dogs mill about, running down scents
of critters, small and furry.
Dust settles as the evening stars rise,
and coolness spreads from the dirt road,
smelling of undergrowth
or long lost tombs.
send the pack out to tree
the foraging raccoons and rat tailed possums.
Their wild baying rounds back to the east
as the horned crescent mistress rises-
the pale moon
casting her light across the threshold,
the entrance way.
I light my twin torches
**** Read a prompt suggested by Bjorn (https://brudberg.wordpress.com) to take the meaning of your name and weave a poem around it. My name, Kathleen, may be from ancient Greek of the goddess, Hecate. Some of the things associated with Hecate are crossroads, the moon, dogs, two torches, tombs and the underworld.
WOW, your name created a wonderful story, imbued with mood, and a stellar poem. My name is an alcoholic beverage. Hmmmm……..LOL.
What a wonderful place to be.. the concept of crossroads. I think that every day is a cross-road, a possibility or option for change. Small or large.. wonderful and thank you for letting me inspire. 🙂
Such a beautiful poem/luved reading n could see what words were saying/lived so much
Quite mysterious and compelling, sounds like the beginning of an exciting story…
This is very beautiful and mystical! 🙂