IRIS, goddess of private eyes, watches. Always watches.

Once she was mercurial, a rainbow, mother of love, the bridge between the crude worlds and words of earthly things and the elevated world of spirituality.

Now she's a lone heroine, and goddess of lone heroines and heroes. Now she's a bridge between the desire to know the truth, and the truth we don't want to know.

Now she watches, unblinking.


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This is part of the writing project goddesses in cyberspace, developed by Alan McDonald at ArtiMedia, Batley, UK. Thanks to Charin Singh for all his help, and to Yorkshire and Humberside Arts for financial support. This entry by Alan McDonald