Triple Goddess Prayer

By Cecilia Betsill

Triple Goddess Prayer

Come child, and drink

from the Cauldron of Cerridwen,

and when you rise

take the storm winds with you.

Come child and drink -

suck on the breast of the Siren

and let the manna drown you,

sinking, staining water pink.

Come child, and lay your head on the lap

of the Great Morrigan.

Raven wings wide and

Counting the dead.

(Gaze across that battlefield,

littered and criss-crossed

with corpses of bastards

ready to pay)

Come child, and jump

on the back of the Valkyries.

And when you soar sing the

Rune song of Mother & Crone.

Come child and stand at the

Crossroads of Hecate.

Peer into the fates and the future and

Tell your coven what you see.

Ah, you maiden, you girl child,

let your rage flow.

Rage for the ones before you

who burned and who hung.

Be reborn in the castrated foam

of your father.

Oysters and molluscs widen their maws

to spill pearls at your feet.

You goddess, you storyteller -

Child, you are eternal.

You are me, and her, and she,

Mother, Maiden, Crone,

our Fury makes us one.

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Cecilia is a UK-based Swede writing LGBTQIA+ fantasy, witchy poetry, and personal essays on her Substack “Feral Musings”. She is currently editing her second novel. You can find Cecilia co-hosting a weekly writing group and helping run a monthly literary open mic and its accompanying magazine. Her poetry has been published in The Otherworld and The Fairy Tale Magazine.