The Way of Hekate

With the kind help of Sophie Juneau, a translation of my poem

Hekates ansigter – Kerberos --- Danish version below.

The Way of Hekate

The dog licks

With one of its tongues, and my wounds

Heal.

While another cut, with another jaw          

Is freshly torn, voluptuous,                           

Wondering

I see the blood, beautifully

Real like no other

Colour         

Rose petal bites, generously

Spread through my limbs.  

One more step, and the third nose

Is much too close,

Much too –

Animal

Sex                                               

Earth.

His mistress with

One glance, one

Gesture

Willed him here –

Willed my awakening

To animal –

To blood.          

Her second face

Smiles

Caresses my turmoil

Confirms my femininity.

But her third face weeps

From the sharp pain

Of condemning me

To my own reality.

Pernille Vagtholm