Wow what a wonderfully rich and vivid piece of writing which illustrates the many facets of Lilith lore beautifully. Thank you so much for posting it, I really enjoyed it. Perhaps you would enjoy my short article on what inspired my Lilith poem on this site :-

Lillith and the Devil « Write Anything : http://writeanything.wordpress.com/2010/03/16/lillith-and-the-devil/

Thanks again

Carole

The ancient lore speaks of Lilith the foul
Sweet Sumerian, screeching night owl
Seeking dames of a feather
Casting sound spells, flocking together

Misty sirens hear them sing
We hear them all as our ears ring
Some of us fall upon the rocky beach
Some to flight beyond ocean’s reach

Mirror, mirror, oh mirror ball
Who is the fairest of them all?
Oh, but Sarah, lovely princess pure
Her voice the clearest, most dearest lure

In the rhyme of time, Lilith flies
Again and again reborn in disguise
Soft, gentle, as if to further
Something hidden within her worth her

The dream, the hope, the bidden foe
All man’s glory in the glow
Yet watch, for there is a chance of slight peace
As in McDonald’s tome of a beast

Oh better the whole story be told
And everyone be wiser, young and old
Watch, listen, feel the bold tone
You will be the rock…. or turned to stone

Stoned by Medusa, she herself did call
Her names were many before the fall
Adam’s first, or was it the moon’s child?
Tugged along tide, wet with ocean’s smile

Was she neutral with the angel’s Holy Grail
Or quite complicit with Samael’s tale?
Templars have wondered for generations past
To the present, the future, a reciprocal impasse

Androgyny’s children, the touch of orphan’s saint
Giving solace to those fumbling in ecstatic faint
Alchemic swirls of the aqua permanence
The philosophers gem surfacing to dance

Where is the treasure lost, hidden now-
Off the coast, in Oak Island’s frothy maw?
Even Lilith knows not where
The White Lady of Rosslyn keeps her chair….

In Rosslyn’s castle, and Holy Chapel Choir
Drifts the tone in stone of everyone’s desire
Played in the mist, along River Esk’s glen
Old Scotland, New Scotland, she taunts all men

With a treasure, it never fails to mesmerize
If one whispers just right by truth to wise
Some even say Lilith herself will appear
As the holy light, St Clair, so clear

Oh, but that may be the forgone illusion
The lighted law that leads to delusion
The cup that is full but never doth flows
Drawn in and out, pretending to glow

Aye, careful then, watch and learn
Forever her rhymes twist to turn
When you believe a part of you
Begs to love all…. of her crystal blue

Thanks, A Templar. I have passed your comment to Carole for her response. Anne

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Anne

Thank you for sharing your insights and for your comments on Lilith. The poem has many different meanings for me and I used myth and personal experiences and feelings in writing it. I agree on those “beautifully tormented” times, sometimes when young and sometimes not so young ;P

Carole Bone

I really enjoyed this — thanks for sharing such an amazing talent.

Thank you so much for your comments. I am chuffed you enjoyed Lilith and the Devil, I enjoyed writing about her too – so much rich imagery in the myths and legends. Delighted to be the first guest poet on Anne’s website too, an honour indeed!!

Carole