THE MYTH OF THE MAIDEN GODDESS

THE MYTH OF THE MAIDEN GODDESS


The bright red bird came flaming down
in love, in the wind
in the passion of the scarlet crown,
swooping down upon the maiden breast
to break open the vault that sealed
the secret seeds
to be sown in a virgin soil.
The wind stood still,
the forest, amazed
and the maiden numb
terrorized beyond a word.
The seed-word, the myth
of a new age, yet to be born,
pulsated in the heart of the terrorized girl
whose terror soon transformed
in the understanding
of a purpose.  

The reason of the knowledge of the deed
quietened the heart.
wounded, inert, she lay in peace.