Echenichia

Today

Today I spent 1/3 of my wealth

A full third of my available capital

not knowing when,

or even if

it will be renewed

and bought a flower.

Not even a blooming flower

or one growing

already in a pot

But rather,

a bare root

leafless and needing much care

needing to be soaked and planted

tended and cared for

watered and watched

without any assurance that it will survive long enough to bloom

a foolish expenditure

and yet

necessary to my belief in the future

if I too

   am to survive long enough to bloom

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Maiden, Mother, Crone

the young girl sighs

and as she cries

believes utterly that her heart dies

then woman grown

she stands alone

defiantly, her heart she hones

’til her hand quakes

she creaks and aches

and then in truth, her heart does break

 

For Queen Kay

A wild woman lives within me
As free as she will ever be
Untrammeled and untamed
Oft times unnamed
One catches glimpses now and then
Sometimes of her amid sin
As she flits about
now in, now out
At times she creates, or regenerates
A few times she destroys, or else devastates
And even defends
Those too easy to bend
Lest salvation arrive, but too late

The Hero

I give no quarter
and ask for none
I stand alone
against all comers
Am I brave?
No
Not really
It’s just that
my shoes are stuck in this mud
and I haven’t time
to get my feet out
between adversaries.

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