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

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.