Here is another piece I wrote many years ago. In this poem I embrace and combine the ideas of the Four Seasons, the triple goddess and the archetype of the Great Mother. The Four seasons are self explanatory.
The triple goddess is a concept in many Neopagan belief systems which sees a universal goddess who is threefold. Sometimes appearing as maiden, mother and crone, coinciding with the phases of the moon, waxing, full and waning.
Here is what Dr. C. George Boeree says about Jung’s ideas of the Great Mother archetype. “… All of our ancestors had mothers. We have evolved in an environment that included a mother or mother-substitute. We would never have survived without our connection with a nurturing-one during our times as helpless infants. It stands to reason that we are “built” in a way that reflects that evolutionary environment: We come into this world ready to want mother, to seek her, to recognize her, to deal with her.
So the mother archetype is our built-in ability to recognize a certain relationship, that of “mothering.” Jung says that this is rather abstract, and we are likely to project the archetype out into the world and onto a particular person, usually our own mothers. Even when an archetype doesn’t have a particular real person available, we tend to personify the archetype, that is, turn it into a mythological “story-book” character. This character symbolizes the archetype.
The mother archetype is symbolized by the primordial mother or “earth mother” of mythology, by Eve and Mary in western traditions, and by less personal symbols such as the church, the nation, a forest, or the ocean. According to Jung, someone whose own mother failed to satisfy the demands of the archetype may well be one that spends his or her life seeking comfort in the church, or in identification with “the motherland,” or in meditating upon the figure of Mary, or in a life at sea.”
So, without further ado, Enjoy!
She plays –
in the Summerland, flaxen hair flowing in the light of the waxing moon.
She moves –
with grace; radiating love and laughter along the banks of the sacred river.
She grows –
maiden to mother; laughter becomes pain – joy in childbirth under a full moon.
She nurtures –
never interfering; only watching and loving Her children on the earth.
She ages –
brow marked by time; mother becomes crone in the shadow of the waning moon.
She descends –
undaunted; below to the deep and dark caverns of the Kingdom of Death.
She sleeps –
silent lucidity while for three nights the moon lies hidden from the eyes of men.
She dreams –
and smiles at Her return to the Summerland where She will play again.
Copyright © 1983 Michael Walden. All rights reserved