Little Pagan Priestess

Little Pagan Priestess

Little pagan priestess in the moonlight,
Fairy lady in your robes of gold -
Haven't they told you, didn't they warn you,
The poor Horned Lord is growing old?


Little fairy princess in the springtime,
Little lady in your robes of blue -
Haven't they said the Hornèd One is lonely?
He's searching in the empty woods for you.


Little fairy priestess in the summer,
Dancing all alone in woods of green -
Don't you know the Hornèd One must need you
To reign beside him as his Summer Queen?


Little pagan priestess in the autumn
When the falling leaves are turning red -
Now summer's almost gone, and winter's coming on;
The Hornèd One hangs low his antlered head.


Little pagan priestess in the winter -
Can't you see you, too, are growing old?
The seasons all are lost, and the ground lies thick with frost;
The lonely antlered head is not so bold.


Little pagan priestess in the moonlight,
Dancing barefoot in a fairy ring -
Today you are a child, tomorrow woman wild;
Maybe next year you'll hear the Horned One sing.


O little girl who dances in the sunlight -
Is that your father's step upon the path?
Remember that I, too, was once a child like you.
Perhaps one day you'll make a good man laugh.

By JANET, about 1990

Farrar/Bone 1997

The Goddess *Poesia de Janet Farrar

I Just Knew

So you’re the Great Goddess

How come they never mentioned you when I was being schooled?

Though come to think of it, they did;

Scarlet woman, Babylonian whore.

My father said I may worship you,

And told me I was Freya’s child, because I was born on Friday.

Strange, that; he is a good Christian,

Jesus man, Mary’s servant.

I am told, my Lady,

Your secret name talks of circumpolar stars,

Never beyond the horizon;

Just how many names do you have?

Sweet Isis, Mother of All,

Queen of Heavens,

Mistress of the Waters, Protectress of all that is living;

Nobody told me you were there, Mother, my Mother.

(Copyright Janet Farrar, 1970)

A Deusa * Poesia de Janet Farrar
Eu só sabia


Então você é a Grande Deusa
Como é que eles nunca mencionaram quando eu estava sendo educada?
Apesar de vir a pensar sobre isso, eles fizeram;
 Mulher escarlate, prostituta da Babilônia.

Meu pai disse que eu posso te adorar,
E me disse que eu era o filho de Freya, porque eu nasci na sexta-feira.
Estranho, que, ele é um bom cristão,
Jesus homem, servo de Maria.

Disseram-me, minha senhora,
Seu nome conversações secretas das estrelas circumpolares,
Nunca além do horizonte;
Apenas quantos nomes você tem?

Doce Isis, Mãe de Todos,
Rainha dos Céus,
Senhora das Águas, Protetora de tudo o que está vivendo;
Ninguém me disse que você estava lá, Mãe, minha mãe.