Sonnet Sixteen

A Tribute to Modern Day Paganism

A Powers
Goddess bless my boning knife athame,
My pickle crock cauldron, my yardstick wand.
Horned God, accept me, standing before you,
Ritual sweatpants and pentacle donned.

Take no offense to my elements, please,
Fluoridated water, iodized salt,
Made holy with heavy metal mantras...
Old Gods shocked by modern ways to exalt.

I'm living now and my eyes face forward.
I can't warm my hands in yesterday's light.
My drumbeat, heartbeat are not less rev'rant
For rising in the nest of modern night.

I honor you in a world of great choice.
Please focus on the message, not the voice.

Published by A Powers

FIND WHAT YOU WANT ON MY ORGANIZED WEBSITE http://awriterpowers.yolasite.com/ A. Powers is an English major and longtime freelance writer. She enjoys sharing her experiences with crafts, films and other...  View profile

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