Maybe even daunting
to a seeker of the truth.
Her eyes will penetrate your
deepest thoughts and you cannot
resist nor hide behind such
constant gaze.

Is she innocence, defined
by purest light…
an ancient Queen so true
but maligned by ‘his’ tory and
the powers that would be in
those olden times.


Oh the stories that they tell
of your wicked Pagan ways


Were you really full of sin?

A woman of such beauty
were you simply following
your own Pagan Goddess

For more than two millennia
‘his’ tory has decried, derirded
your name and,
all across the world you are
called, feminine femme fatale`
from lips that spit out words
of harlots and the fallen.


They say you teased, you taunted
you flaunted your beauty
and your wares.
Were you really unaware such
teasing can lead a heart to beg
for mercy from the spell weaved
within such passion and then
played out so well.

You could easily wound my pride
if I chose to let you in,
I’d worship at your feet like
the cat that got the cream.

I do not believe the tales
that ‘his’ tory has told.
The truth has been forgotten
or so badly misconstrued
but for that,
You must always carry the burden
forevermore defamed, unless
‘her’ story takes another look
at the one who bears such shame
conjoured simply by
your name of


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They say everything in creation has an equal and exact opposite. If there is a God, why (mostly in the western world) is there little or no talk or belief in a Goddess anymore.

Yin Yang

Maybe because it was wiped out of ‘his’ tory as it was being written.

I think we all have a Goddess as well as a God residing within us. Maybe it’s time we women took a good look at ourselves, opened our eyes and saw our true worth, our value to this Earth, and took our rightful place as equals alongside them in this overtly male dominated and governed world.

Maybe if the Goddess’s came back as a peaceful, but powerful force to be reckoned with, we might all begin to learn to live in what should be a natural balance of love, peace and harmony once more.

Maybe it’s time we stood up again and shouted even louder in the light of these dark days



I for one, will still NOT be burning my bra

~  ~

More about Jezebel Here

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The Maid of Orléans

A young and simple maid
on her knees once prayed.

First one vision came
followed by another
Archangel Michael
spoke to her and then
voices of others soon joined
in her mind’s affray but
she pushed those thoughts aside
after all tomorrow is another day
and those visions may just go away.

                                                                    But, those voices that she’d heard
soon spurred the virgin girl.

Showing her an image of war
and, of so much more.

Of how through her
and her holy wars
she would help restore the
crown to the Dauphin
(the rightful King of France) once more.

 At the siege of Orléans
first one fortress fell
and later on came others as the
army fell under her spell
of spiritual leadership.


                                                                                 politics and religion
are such a dangerous game
(not for the faint of heart)
and victory denied created
fear amidst those names
who vied, wanted to divide
to conquer and then, rule.

After many battles
(some say she was betrayed)
she was captured and with
trumped up charges
her cross-dressing the only
guilt they could lay
and this she did to protect herself
from molestation by male guards
but still,
the charge was laid.

‘Confess, confess’ they cried
and her jailer’s keys rattled
for he too, was on the righteous side.

They tried to shake her valour
but she kept her holy vows
bowing to none but the image
of her Saviour
because she knew that no-one else would save her.

                   Her prayer muted those frenetic crowds
some laughing and jeering
watching as she is paraded through
the square.

Soon, splinters pierce her feet
as they hoist her upon the pyre
and tie her to the stake.

Only one plea does she make
begging for a cross
and one kind soul took pity
broke a piece of wood in two
tied it like a cross
for her to hold against her
breast and then she screamed
out to her God
and burned.

Afterward came the blame
the shame
the condemnations.

‘She was everything good and right and pure
my God in Heaven forgive us for
we have put out her light’

And though the powers that be
demanded nothing left.
No bones, no relics, nothing
for people to worship or to attest
they wanted all trace of her gone
and, with it the guilt upon which they
would elsewise, dwell.
No weed must sprout from
those seeds of their
doubting pious misdeed.

  But she was more than
anyone could ever know
…even she herself.

One thing they could not suppress
nor keep her name or love of God in dark
The maid of Orléans
gained sainthood fame
and they call her

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The pictures are all from the 1948 movie Joan of Arc starring the beautiful actress, Ingrid Bergman

This is from my love of history and, it’s famous figures through the ages.Joan of Arc immediately sprand to mind from this Sundays Wordle words. They all just seemed to fit my thinking and call it coincidence or what you will but, I was skipping through the channels on TV and it was also being shown at the time it came into my mind to write her story.

I call it, kismet.

Added a link below if anyone is interested in reading more about this Saint.

 Joan of arc (wikipedia)

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