Mystress of The River

A poem of transformation.

 

Summon forth

the High Priestess in loud voices

of woman_courage!

 

Metamorphosis:

The blood_river flows between

the shifting shapes of dawn and dusk.

Light shines within dark,

as energy spins the seed

of the inner_eye.

 

Be gone, my soul drain!

Be gone,

cacophonous litany of negatives!

 

I sing of wisdom,

blessing each breath of life,

birthing my being into voice.

 

Whispered, my words echo

in the darkness of my soul;

Where am I?

What am I?

 

Fingering the context of this plastic form,

the clay is earth_glowing,

transcending in flight from

prisons of inflexibility.

 

In these tears I taste

the salt,

the sweet,

the sour,

the bitter.

 

All my broken parts embraced;

Transformation requires

no blood_sacrifice.

 

Author's Note

Rewrite: Jan 7,2008; begun in 1997

Reviews

[Star-Born-Soul]

Wow. I am you. I have found so many minds that seem to operating on the same frequency. I could swear these exact words passed through mind no so long ago. Now I sing of wisdom, courage and no blood sacrifice. Thank-You for finding me. I look forward to reading more of your wonderful work.

[Laurie Morrison]

I like your free verse, Ani--it has a great flow to it!

[Phil Sanders]

Fascinating write ......

[Shadows of Sight]

Oh this was truly enchanting! The images were so powerfull. I could see the moment. Like a sacred personal ceremony in a sacred place.
I liked that there was no blood sacrifice. :)
I can see the towering trees of the mountains and the rivers and the beauty that provides your inspiration!
Very wonderful words
Thanks for sharing them!

[Brenda Sue]

Very well written. Wonderfully penned.