Ninth Love Poem and Ninth Song of Despair

by Beate Sigriddaughter

Ninth Love Poem: Goddess

A woman who is loved
could live forever.

Every moment
a new waterfall, a stone
bridge in the symphony
of canyon wrens,
a kaleidoscope of trust
as strong hands catch
a fearless heart
across the glitter
of our circus tent.

Yes, everything, wild
roses, oh look, another
lizard, goldfinch, hummingbird,
and all the stars outlining
your infinity and mine.

Each morning an anchor
of fire,
an angel stretching
to be something more.

My name is Love
and I want to go home.
This shouldn't surprise you,
though perhaps it does.

Ninth Song of Despair: The Knight and the Lady of the Well

Like a proverbial house cat never forgets
that she was once worshipped in Egypt,
a goddess never forgets.

An ancient story tells of a knight
(with long dark hair, of course)
who rides by a well, and a lady
offers him water in a chalice, and later
some wine. Soon they are married
and live in long and loving partnership.
She is a goddess it turns out.

One day the knight gets restless, asks
for leave to travel and find new adventure
and she says: Go. (What else could she say?)
So he rides off into enchanting distractions
and after some time he forgets.

Imagine being married to a lady,
a goddess, and you forget.

I will confess in my life I have
forgotten you at times while out
in the vast mesmerizing
world. I understand these things.

But my heart is mostly with her,
as she perhaps places a damp cloth
on the forehead of a feverish child,
or the trees around her grow tall,
unknown and unnoticed.

When will you remember? The well
has changed since you last saw it.
The wind tugs at its walls.
A goddess never forgets.