Lilith said:


We all make mistakes, and marrying Adam was one of mine. So young and impulsive at the time, however all I can say is I learned from the experience and have moved on. In fact, a long way on….
I was the first wife, long before Eve came on the scene and had to come down from my mighty palace and fine background to get tangled up with him in the first place.
I was more than his equal in every sense, but he didn’t think so. This became glaringly apparent after I woke from the brief honeymoon period that had clearly clouded my judgement.
Was I glad to get out of that poky little hovel he called Eden and back to the wilds with my freedom and dignity intact? You bet your sweet life I was. He forgot that my lineage goes way way back, before he was even conceived of. He was from mud alright and I am from the stars and moon, the sun and also his tiny earth. What’s more, the desire too in the very hearts of little beings like him is attributed to me. Be warned, I will never let myself be taken for granted.
One other thing I want to clear up…he and his kind say my voice is like a screech owl…Well, to put the record straight, it certainly is not like a screech owl. It is the very screech owl itself, for I always come in the night, at the back of their dreams, winging it in their fears and dreads.
Oh, I have been so misunderstood. They say I steal babies, well I do not steal babies, I simply rescue them whilst their young souls retain the ability to love and laugh. This is to defend those very baby souls from being corrupted and further wounded by the Adamsis stupidity and selfishness, to say nothing of the violations they inflict behind closed doors…ooh! It makes my cold blood boil and dark eyes blaze with justified rage.
You see, I just cannot sit by and let the Adamsis get away with it. So there…that part is true. I wrap the fragile soul babies carefully up in my dark wings all nestled safe and secrete them away to a very beautiful and secure place where they can no longer be harmed. The baby souls stay there, quite content until their walking talking human selves can be strong enough to retrieve them when they wish to regain the ability to live fully alive and love…and that, makes the risks I take and bad press I get even more worthwhile.
So, if you ever hear the whisper of my wings or feel the breeze of my breath in passing just remember it is me just going about my self-appointed work as usual. SCREEEEEECH!©K Barr





Dark things hide in dark
Don’t go down there
To grow
My friend just keep
Within the known
What’s shown before
Don’t risk the deep
Where shadows creep and crawl
And dragons fly all
Beasts so mythical
They make you quake
And weep to drag you
To a fate so fearful
You may fall into
The other side of good
Get lost forever
Never understood
I would you
Grow instead
In light and love
Be bright and see
So easily that all is well
If well you keep
Within this boundary
Wall you dwell only
No hell can
Steal your soul don’t
Look too deep
Into the ocean
Of the tears that cried
Outside these lines
Stay in this side
Of right beside in light
Look up be bright
Don’t go into the dark
To find what’s there
Don’t care
Just stay within this
Enclave safe beset
Before you wondered
What would lie behind
The door ignore
I plead
Don’t go that way
For…Hey I say
Come back…..

©K Barr

Demeter’s dance… A Thoroughly Modern Mythology


The truth is that Demeter’s happy to hock her daughter to the cruel and sadistic whims of the Dark God in exchange for her freedom from the slavery of motherhood.

Demeter likes to dance, a free spirit and frolic aloft with the imperious Olympic Gods of the sky, forgetting the responsibilities she so hastily forsakes.

Persephone is left to do the moaning and be-wailing, the grieving of the unfair fates, held captive without a mothers love or care in the midnight halls of Hades spite.

It is always dark down there in the depths, the cold walls dripping with blood and the rats sucking at her naked, frail bones.

Her mother busy whirls away up stairs into a merry jig, giddy with the rush of her flight from the maternal ties that had once bound her. Mesmerised by the thrall of her many admirers Demeter dances and dances and dances…



When They invaded and made us into slaves and objects she decided someone had to carry the truth into the future.

She drew all her powers together and tied them into a bag which she deftly swallowed whole.  She took herself to the sea-shore and to the rhythm of the driving waves wished herself smaller and smaller until she shrank.

Impregnated with her secrets and no bigger than one of the million grains of unidentifiable sand that scatter the beach she crawled into the crevices of a sea shell to hide and wait.

safe…until the time comes when she may return, grow to her full size and give birth…