Old Gods

Her song eased fidgety weather,
coaxed peace from wild’s eye,
calmed it to still at soft bosom.

His led harvests from darkness,
counseled the sea and the soil
on how to gift.

Deities in our child eyes.
We disciples recall their songs,
chant them in the family house—
a sacred keep for old gods.

Straight Forward Poetry Journal – August 2016