Diana
Walking abroad in dawn’s bright light,
She bears the jewels of the night
To feed with wisdom and with grace,
With wild, sweet beauty, still apace,
The earthbound Lady’s angel soul
Embraces all to make them whole.
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Diana, Pagan Patroness,
Many are the offerings I have left at your altar
Beneath the cold, blue-white moon.
Thanks, K….
Thank *you*. How beautiful!
I appreciate the work that makes this such an attractive collage—and I use the word attractive in its original sense of ‘drawing to.’ My eyes are simultaneously drawn into the woods on the left and along the façade of the building on the right.
You may be interested to know that the di- in Diana is the same root that appears in the Latin dies that meant ‘day’.
And I appreciate your attention to the composition! I find it equally challenging to make visual and verbal compositions ‘position’ those who view or read them in the ways I’m trying to achieve, and equally rewarding when the effort succeeds. I tend to like the oblique or unexpected viewpoint for precisely that reason: one has to come to the point in a roundabout enough way that the whole journey is required for the destination to truly resonate.
No, I didn’t know that about the root. Intriguing that a name rooted in ‘day’ becomes the Huntress of the Night, isn’t it! Thanks for the wisdom!
The root meant ‘to shine,’ and the moon was the preeminent shining object in the night sky, as the sun was during the day.
Love this, Kathryn … the collage is so three-dimensional … it comes alive. And the poetry is so serene and yet engaging.