EVENINGS 06.14.2013

A Mini Epic for Isis

The day t’was long, the Goddess did smile

To see seven maidens prepare Lugh trials.

Lady’s Wood was green and robust with charm

Upon arrival, no perceptions of harm.

Herbs were soaking in spirits of vodka and gin

Games had been lain out to play to the fin.

We would play our games and lusty fun it would be

Then travel to the streams, our fate yet we would see.

Of the games much skill was required

Sadly, despite this, all went unsquired.

For tasks of length, arrows did we throw

For proving our strength, we worked with a bow

For exhibiting our minds, we would jump a stick

To hail our wit, Bardic insults we were to pick.

Of the most fun, I’m sure all would agree

Was to wang a wellie...Hilarity I decree.

Yes much fun and sun was at Lady’s Wood

Prepare for ritual was all the task left that stood.

First the plan was to water we would travel

Now is where my story unravels.

In caravan fashion we set to the road

Swords, sarongs, and suits in our load.

Unknowing as to why we came here at this time

But some monsters too were savoring the clime.

We wanted to honor and offer and love

Not fearing what was coming, all this was above.

Seven maidens came to the shores of the pools

Looking foreign to the joyful fools.

Present there was a family of current thought

To cool their skin was all they sought

Approaching with wary wonder we came to the shore

A jolly hello from the monsters, nary a thing more

Until the glint of the sun did show Suzanne’s prize

Then his interested, it did arise

Banter and permissions were granted freely

So we carried on our plans with no concern, really.

Some of us climbed on rocks and some just sat

While one planned to enter the vat.

The water was chilled and the sword smacked it hard

having not witnessed before the “others” stood jarred.

They smiled and continued to jump into the water

Then Isis was ready to honor unknowing her’s would be their fodder

She asked polietly that the halt their splashes

Those monsters, they continued their bashes.

On going to please dieties, once more they were asked

Looking back though I think Isis was tasked

To test her endurance and faith to the Old Ones

because, us unprepared, the monster hurled shuns

He pointed his finger and yelled terrible curses

his bare ugly belly and lips forming purses

His family stood idled

His wife awkwardly smiled

Isis closed her eyes and presented herself to above

Offering her body to the Gods with love

She stood in the wade in brave fashion stood fast

I couldn’t stand by...how long could this last

Cannon ball and splash threatened her safety

and the words, worse from the monster so pasty

So us witches stood up preparing to flee....

Not Her, Not Isis, she was gutsy

Some of us insulted him back

others began to pack

I could see in the Monster’s wife’s eyes

This behavior was not a new disguise

Sadness and detachment she did portray

But the time had come for Isis to slay

Not with hate and not with fists

but with words and upward faced wrists

To this day what she said I can not recall

That is for Isis and her heart to befall

Wading out slowly she dressed at the land

Nothing did stop the monster’s angry hand

He shook it and screamed and splashed even more

Though we had gone he carried on....what a bore

We rode home in silence, saddened by the event

Nothing would stop us from ritual, we were bent

On having our sacred day not be ruined

How could I go on to ritual without my mind truant?

The sun was setting and the evening cloak the sky donned

The witches were dressing mentally moving on from the pond

Isis and I sat outdoors lighting orange skinned candles

I gently asked how she was faring after the terrible vandals

She closed her eyes and a tear trickled down

She smiled where I had expected a frown

She was quiet for a moment then she did speak

It was only then that I realized and my anger did pique

Isis, in my mind was invincible to that slander

but she was hurt by something to which I was a bystander

She was not mad at the man. It was a bigger thing than him

It is an epidemic, humankind’s openmind closing to grimm

That evening at ritual her feathers fell off to ashes

And from her heart feathers burst from the gashes

Isis grew that night right before our eyes.

Another day shorter as told by the night skies

I’m humbled to have been there and yet still not sure

Of my feelings even after recounting still hating that boor.

The honor of watching another witch grow is a gift

For certain, a memory I will not let drift.