Page 24 of Hekate: The Witch (Goddesses of the Underworld #1)

A New Home

I was my mother’s flower child,

the one who helped her grow moly

and visit an open pyre

where we would build a small fire

and she would play with the smoke,

swirl it till it became messages

she would give to her waiting Oracles.

Her careful craft was hypnotic,

and there in the garden

with the distant sound of birds.

I thought it would be my life forever.

Between green grass and blue skies,

the sound of the sea so close by.

Here I was so far under the earth

I could only see the roots of trees.

I once ate fruit from

orchards that belonged to us.

Nothing grew underground.

Because nothing could grow

where everything came to die.

I was hungry and I was expected now

to name this dead place home .