Who says there is a God?
wishful thinking created by man
to control the masses; no
Mothers in sight – save Mary
but look
look what happened to her our Lady!
Mary Magdalene
will rise again
she will be known by all her names
fire, earth, sea and sky; Ishtar
we shelter in the rivers and forests
gathering all the sticks and stones
Mary emerald as the forest green
will ride with Rhiannon
her shoes of moss and lichen
her cloak of rainbow silk: transformed
eye’s like Innana shedding tears
as sisters mourn and do
& all that is dark and been before,
will shadow us no more
she has awakened in terrible wrath and has unleashed a whore
Kali destroys and makes anew
Pele knows which heart is true
Abundantia makes it very clear
there are no more second chances here
Gaia, Papatuanuku and Ostara, forging ahead new life
Innana, Dana and Isis surrounding them with light
Athena and Mother Mary have much to undo and teach
Aphrodite, Ostara, Nemetona and Ixchel
Mothers of divine healing heart
all these Mothers will guide us through without the slightest flinch
she is all Mother and we recognise her full
we run with open arms, no fear
she restores our wayward souls with care
she cradles our broken hearts to weep
peace will be reborn again
where war has gone before with man
our raging rivers will forge and cut
ravage and avenge; our rivers
will shed tears of pain
new paths lest we forget
calling all our wonderous women
our voices banshee wail
we will hear them in our hearts full throb
and never fear again
here comes Persephone from the dark
the first to see the light,
Demeter fills an earthen jug that overflows with tears
she gently wipes her daughters feet to cleanse away her fears
and without Mothers no seed will grow
and so they must obey
but men are men, God or not
and evil still prevails
our Mothers cast all seeing eyes
and none shall let them pass
Zeus may watch with Ranginui
for both have known this day
Hades left enraged behind
his plans for her subdued
for she is with the Mothers now
a war he cannot rule
Persephone is free at last
Who says there is a God?
for Goddess rule this world or ours
Papatuanuku birthing fruit
my Maiden showing me the truth, wary as she treads
my Mother prays the safest journey our Mothers forged ahead
my oldest Crone will rest her bones on her dying day
and sisters will be reborn again and again
woven waxed and waned
© Copyright 2010. Jodine Derena Butler. All Rights Reserved
Poetry Out West 
You say this is still a work in progress, I just love it, so complex and telling, how do you cope with the emotions while making this prose, you must tell me more about this one? Mx
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This poem is undergoing MAJOR editing and will not be finished until I post another note to say it is done…so bare with me. Jx
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They don’t take me very long to write at all…the longest part is the editing. I edit while they are posted.. until I am satisfied. I just love it Jess as you must also. I would very much like you to check my references for me, I only have a small reference book to go by. and yes, alliteration…the three Fates or Furies as they are also known. They are the makers of our destiny, spinning and weaving the threads of our lives… Love to you. Jx
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Now this poem will require me to check some character references!
I particularly like the use of alliteration in the final line.
How long do these poems take you to write?
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