Hekate’s Daughters

Dark columned reeds where nymphs
dance on delicate articulated legs.
Turning silted shadows.
Crawling in the memory.

Rise from the underwater.
Dragonfly they come.
White shades gleaming under a spectrum moon.
At the sigh of the sound of your breath’s
silence.
At the lone howl of a dog-faced goddess.

[Deborah Walker grew up in the most English town in the country, but she soon high-tailed it down to London, where she now lives with her partner, Chris, and her two young children. Find Deborah in the British Museum trawling the past for future inspiration or on her blog:http://deborahwalkersbibliography.blogspot.com/  Her poems have appeared in Dreams & NightmaresStar*Line and Enchanted Conversation.]

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