#goddesses of justice
Banshee
When her voice howls at me through the night’s long ache,
or early morning’s sharp and barest light, or closes on my gut
at the end of a long and unsatisfying day, I hear.
And I know it not just for the sharp spindle of fate but
the high roar of inspiration, poetry, smashing
aside weakness and comfort for the utter magic of reality.
Crumbling away my greed for the fear I finally know it to be,
sediment of a thousand minor injustices, Brighid
points the finger of destiny, bright as a sunbeam;
The walls of my heart shatter with prophecy:
You will see injustice.
You must set it right.
You will live.
You will live.
You will live.
(Written 31 January 2022. Do not reblog without crediting me as the author.)
The arrows of Astraea
Her eye is more lofty than the clouds,
stark and a steadfast glare towards
our world, revolving in its shame.
When she bends her arms to
Strike, her fury scores a bright
Scar into the night’s memory and then
Fades to dark. Faster than the light
Striking surer than the narrow folds
of your most secret heart
Her blow finds its mark. You
are now tethered to the heavens,
your heart a magnet to her judgment.
(Written 31 January 2022. Do not reblog without crediting me as the creator.)