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Your Key
Enchantress,
always at the crossroads
frieze key at your finger tips
smiling down on Demeter
who hopes for the gift
of prosperity
while all others
desire your protection
for their doors.
But your one true gift
is the key
to cross the threshold,
that some may be gods
some will be Titans
should you favour their devotion
with your key to another world
where your love unlocks the eternal.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Note: Hecate – Εκατη, an acknowledged inclusion in the Greek pantheon was the protector of homes and people, and who also had the key to eternity.
Paul, pvcann.com
Lovely poem.Thanks
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My pleasure
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So beautiful
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Many thanks
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Enchanting poem Paul. This key is a portal and blessing into one.
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Yes, I’ve always loved keys, especially those old ones that have character. Thank you Hélène.
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There were a lot of different keys, old, old ones, those locks were not safe proof as today though.
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No, I remember I could always get into places with older locks.
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Lol
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🙂
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Wonderful poetic skill you have.
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Well, that is very kind, thank you for your encouraging words.
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You are welcome.
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I like this and the informing note at the end.
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Thank you, appreciate your thoughts.
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Now, that is power. Nicely penned, Paul.
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Thank yo so much, so encouraging.
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You are very welcome.
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lovely and admire your knowledge of Greek history …
key to eternity is in each of us but we have to unlock it ourselves 🙂
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Yes, sadly the Greeks weren’t keen on that idea.
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that’s their problem … it is just their myth so don’t be fooled …
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O don’t worry, I don’t think that’s a possibility 😉
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phew …
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Though some of those goddesses, well ….
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ah fickle manhood, make strong prayers to be reborn a woman, only cure for that one!
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I’d have a great time – I’d be a band groupie for sure 🙂
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Marvelous as always.
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Many thanks 🙂
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Most welcome always.
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Only you could write such beautiful lines Paul.
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Wow, thank you for the compliment Rupali.
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It’s pleasure reading your work Paul.
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Thank you so much.
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Wow, thank you Rupali
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What a magical and enchanting poem!😊 ❤️
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Thank you so much
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You’re very welcome 😊
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Beautifully expressed !
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Many thanks Punam
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You are welcome, Paul.
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I like this very much. And the nod to the ancients. I did not know that about Hecate. On a good day we learn at least one new thing 🙂
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Absolutely, thank you. 🙂
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Beautifull
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Many Thanks Lyn
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