Poetry

Remembering Mother Earth

These ancient stones reverberate
With the memories of years.
Fire and blood and ritual,
Passion, joy and tears.
Passages of time enshrined,
Tracking moon and sun;
Rhythms of the Universe
In which we all are one.
Endless cycles arc and whirl
The atoms dance and sing
The wisest song of Harmony,
Which governs everything.

There was a time we knew all this.
And strove to show respect.
Now parasites, we poison, kill,
A cancer of neglect.
How soon will Nature shrug us off,
Protecting all she’s worth?
How soon will we be on our knees
Remembering Mother Earth?

Listen………

Oh, hear the sound beyond your ears
That thrums throughout your veins.
It is the sound of Life itself
Where only Passion reigns.
It ebbs, it flows,
It sighs, it screams,
It echoes wildly
Through your dreams.
It plays the rhythm of your heart
It holds the perfect beat.
It spins the world, it sings the birds,
An opera complete.

Each word, each thought
Is part of this
Potential perfect sound
And we, we shards of frozen Light
Vibrate our crystal ground.
Deafening silence
Cries and calls;
Perfect stillness
Rises, falls.

And somewhere deep within your soul
You know the song of songs;
Dancing with the tune of it
Is where your heart belongs.
Love surrounds,
The Song delights;
Light resounds,
The Sound relights.

Norwegian Witches

Norwegian Witches
In the park
Rang bells and beat the drum.
They sang to the Heavens –
Celebrate!
Venus transits the Sun……..
A pentagram
In the sunny grass
Held a ring of figurines.
All different
All the same they lay;
Goddesses in the green.

Cast of the same mould
As are we
Be-decked with bead and shell
Each dark Moon saw another born
In ritual and spell;
Of chocolate to nourish the world
Of wax to bring the light
Of soap to gently cleanse the world
With Love, to bring us sight.

The Witches say they leave their babes
Where the madness grows too strong.
Holy tokens,
Mother Love
The Earthwomb weaves its song.
And oft I sing it
To myself
Each Dark Moon send them hope.
Norwegian Witches
Stirring still
Their chocolate, wax and soap.

Suspension

How loud is this silence
How poignant this space
How pregnant the pause
How perfect the place.
Stillness is breathing
Through all of my cells;
In the tides of my body
The Universe swells.

Time is suspended
Who knows who I am?
Who cares if it matters?
I am what I am.

Here in the tension
Twixt Cosmos and Earth
Tuned to the high wires
Which sing “Give me Birth”
I am the creatrix
I am death, I am birth
Here in the silence
Twixt Cosmos and Earth.

BURN

At the time
All I needed
Was to blow on the embers
Of my own fading desires.
I had been the fuel and the lantern
For your hungry flame
Too long;
I had almost forgotten
That I was once alight.

And when I began to glow
And splutter back to life
Why couldn’t you see
That I could tend both;
I had fire enough for two.

Now I burn alone
And I sometimes wonder
How bright would the light have been
If you had breathed on me?