Beckbridge – sometime scribbler

Random musings, stories, poems, rants and pictures from the hands and heart of a 50 something year old woman.

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The Returning Deity

I was playing around trying to draft a song, when this popped into existence instead. I have no idea what the return of this particular goddess may mean, but I hope she’s on our side.

The air feels different
Today
The way its scent
Is meant
To be, you can tell
That something’s changed
Re, pre or de-arranged
Something’s shifted
Lifted
Coming in from all around
An unheard sound
A sight outside our range
To see
So it may be, coming becoming
The Returning Deity.

A top down photo of a cracked paving slab, resembling a stylised figure of a person with upreaching arms.