I’m still a few days behind but it’s the weekend. That means time to catch-up on my prompts as well as all the standard jobs and lifemin that are put off during the week. Am I alone in that? Knowing that there are things that need to be done, but leaving them to the weekend to get done?
The prompt for April 6th was “nowhere” and honestly I had no clue why I’d chosen that word, and no ideas on what to write for it. But as usual, as I started looking at the page, the words began to flow. Somehow I ended up writing about the animals in the forest at night and it grew into a piece on the Goddess Eostre.
Eostre, known and linked to the festival of Ostara, is a Germanic spring goddess celebrated at the Spring Equinox. The celebration of Easter comes from the original pagan Spring Festival of Ostara, and even the name Easter itself is derived from Eostre.
I’ll share more about her later this month, but certainly one of the symbols associated with her is the hare, and I played this in nicely with the poem written for today’s prompt.
I hope you enjoy.
What does the cat say deep in the night
Nothing, nothing, she stays out of sight
Where does the fox go on the full moon
Nowhere, nowhere, but he’ll be back soon
How does the owl fly, so silent and quick
Soft, soft, they fly their old swooping trick
When will the hares return home from the scout
Ahh when they’ve finally stopped their free gad-a-bout
So now listen close and watch in the dark
And tread careful and quick over stone and bark
For deep in the woods where nobody goes
There’s magic afoot of which only some know
The cat would whisper of tales only told
Of dragons and fey and warriors bold
The fox would slip from the shadows beyond
And laugh at the stories of which he is fond
The owl would turn their head all around
But despite their wings they’d make not a sound
But the hares, oh the hares, their moment has come
And they dance both in night and the light of the sun
The flowers below, they pop out into the air
And a figure appears from the trees, oh so fair
This queen of the woods, with a wave of her hand
Lifts the sun from the earth, to stretch over the land.
Kate @ Kandid Chronicles x