Inspired by all 3 images

Triangles and Circles

Full moon wanes then waxes,
maiden becomes matron, then crone,
future slips into present and passes–

every triangle a part of a circle,
each point an in-between
we focus on, a tip of the infinite.

We transform the mysterious
into gods, turn gods into demons
with claws and wings,
three-headed for the trinity of things.

We demonize the other,
fear desires and dreams,
unexplained light might be scary
but darkness of the mind scares me more.

For Paul Brookes’ Folktober Challenge. You can see the images and read all the responses here.