Monday, September 26, 2011

Magpie #83 Raven Water Woman

Into this icy pool she came
tormented by years and a thousand beginnings
her clenched fist clutched the wet earth
in her hands
the heavens melted
in her heart
the waters gathered waiting for rebirth

as slowly she raised each galvanized arm
felt each stabbing pain of the heart
as slowly she felt at last
a place this safe to just let it go

today she knew
she had come back to herself
she knew she'd be
a changed woman never to turn her back
again upon herself
allowing herself others' misery
cursing the day she was born to die

tightly with leather wrapped around her
earth-bound her lips were sealed
the voice emanated from places unknown
as slowly her soft moaning sighs became louder
deep within a door opened

as her heart leaped out of her chest
She felt the feeling of a warm hand
upon her wet dress
it was her own hand
as she rebirth herself as Raven

Today
words do not escape her
the day of her reckoning
has been mete
she is free to fly again

this disconcerted effort
connect the disconnect
fly in the face of danger
anger and shame
As her alter eagle flew
far past her on the distant horizon
Another familiar shadow did appear

As the raven set up house
in her watery grave
ah, to be wet
felt nothing like wet!

She knew and
She knew
and She knew

just what she had to do

She grew and
She grew
and She grew

as to undo and make done

with each saturated moment
as the water flows
a permanence permeated her ever pore
she became more aware
of herself
as herself
by herself
She could now scream an earth-curdling scream
as the banshee
filling her lungs with air
and filled the earth with water
and filled her heart with sky and cloud and rain
the earth
heard her
and
listened to her
and
obeyed her command
"release my womb"
as the earth goddess Gaia Reigned
These Rainbow Smiles
and thus flew our Raven
as she cawed one last time
FREE AT LAST!
jj






Thank-you Tess Kincaid of Magpie Tales for this prompt! (Still having problems with visual interface)


11 comments:

  1. please visit me over at www.chiccoreal@wordpress.com for the picture prompt which I am sure you can also be viewed at Magpie Tales website below;

    http://magpietales.blogspot.com/

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  2. Really nice, especially the reference to "...her alter eagle..."

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  3. This is beautifully writen. Bravo! I love it when someone realizes things about hin/herself and the feeling of freedom at the end. That's beautiful...

    She became more aware
    Of herself
    As herself
    By herself...

    And end it with...
    free at last...

    JJRod'z

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  4. nice...love the magic in this...her rebirth or awakening...the banshee scream...i hope that it is heard...and heeded....

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  5. Beautiful. I love the form, as well. : )

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  6. What a wonderful image! I thought it was going to be difficult for the poem to live up to it. It is a fine contrast and equal to it. Splendid post!

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  7. The coolest imagery - as if with the sword she raged!

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  8. A stunning poem - beautiful imagery

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  9. nicely written~ =D

    Regards,
    http://www.lonelyreload.com (A Growing Teenager Diary) ..

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  10. Thanks for the comment on my piece. After visiting yours and finding this:
    "She could now scream an earth-curdling scream
    as the banshee
    filling her lungs with air
    and filled the earth with water
    and filled her heart with sky and cloud and rain" ... I am pretty sure I will be back.

    Thank you.

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