Hekate

              For Jools

I invited them for dinner one Winter.
Hekate too,
even though
the others thought they didn’t know her.
The chatter died when She arrived.

*

My guests
found themselves each alone
at her crossroads
leaving I
lonesome at the table.

When they finally returned, one was pale
and said, “I couldn’t look at her.
Her necklace was dead animals.”
Another exclaimed, “What a nice old lady!”

But me,
I dreamt that I’d kissed Her face
twice.

About the author
Anita Mortlock is a lecturer and student at Victoria University of Wellington. At other times, she likes to write about the social and natural worlds with an eco-Pagan lens. She has been interested in Jung’s work for the past decade.