Celestial Selene,
basking in reflected glory
as you shape-shift in the dark
to mark the passing months.
Once a bright-haired goddess
with a crown of crescent moon.
Queen of the night in a gleaming chariot,
but innocent of who controlled the reins
that fixed you to a horse-mill’s track,
and redefined your role as Gaia’s bitch,
brought to
heel by the pull of her choke chain.
John Walter Taylor
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12 December 2024
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