Daily Poem: The Double Axe ~ Anne Hazlewood-Brady
The Double Axe
~ Anne Hazlewood-Brady
With torches have I wandered the dark poppy world
Looking for Serena, my daughter with green eyes.
Wearing the colors of clouds just after sunset
She has been hidden archly in the curl of a wave.
Once, in the streets, I saw her marching with men,
fifteen striding; she moved like a lily and was gone.
She has called to me with the voices of dovces
And her anger, green as ice in the pale bay,
Is like a shield against the unrelenting cold.
When each morning she wakes me singing in the new light
Or when I discern her far-off, bed-time moaning,
Serena with green eyes becomes all our daughters,
And on those who betray her, vested with my love,
The double axe will fall like boulders of thunder.
Minoan Goddess with Double Headed Axe
