Maiden, Mother, Crone by Mary-Catherine Kain

Maiden, Mother, Crone

Mary-Catherine Kain

Is this real Is this real, I asked You graced my shore as your destiny instructed You pulled my waves forward and through I ate at the shore until the shore was no more

She stood with her feet in my stir waiting until the substance beneath her was mine Is this real Is this real, she asked

She raised a hand to shield your light And the answer was in the sky She walked into my depths proud and true And for once, a smile gleamed your face Is this real Is this real No, you reply. This is a promise.

Finn Plotkin