Seeking Hekate
Susan Bennett
She ’ s not an easy muse to approach , traveling as she does only at night with a pack of feverish wild dogs , their mouths gaping open , teeth revealed , hot spit dripping from their jaws .
To call on her you must first tame your fear of being swallowed up in the cloak of night , her faithful companions and your own unclaimed prophetic powers .
Set out into the shadows when the moon has withdrawn from view , go down to the crossroads and wait .
You may catch a glimpse of her harrowing profile , hounds by her side , keys jangling from her serpentine belt .
Stare into her torchlit face as an east wind