House of Asher
To Virgo across the starry sky
To Spica, Virgo’s brightest star
Below in the land
A Goddess implied
Maid, Mother and Hag defined
The River Cary flows
Past her nose to her hem
Her breast a bright beacon
A great diadem
Our Mother Cary
She carries a child
On a Golden Throne
At her belly at Babcary
Made from local yellow stone
A Cornucopia in her hand
measures the path
of the zodiacal stars
the width of the ecliptic
she holds for us
In her left hand an ear of wheat
waiting for rebirth,