A Poem for the Dark Seasons


Nut, Africa. Ref: The Heart of the Goddess, Hallie Iglehart Austen, p.35


Sliding into the Old One’s merciful Darkness

–   into Her unknown

blanking out of previous understandings

It is an act of mercy

It is an act of love.


She covers me with her  Darkness


The blood that fills this space, this Womb

is not for death

it is for life.


Drawing the Darkness up around me

like blankets

covering me

protecting me

hiding me

holding me.


Glenys Livingstone   May 1995


  1. Very nice. I hope to use it in December for my annual solstice workshop Writingforthe Dark Times.

    1. that will be great, thanks Donna.

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