Spring arriving and time to celebrate the tides of women in the world through all the ebb and flow
I saw this heart shaped shell as the water moved back out to sea…
WOMAN POEM
We shed blood
without violence
blend matter and heart
fuse water and womb
We are Isis
rebirthing the sun
We are Maeve
reclaiming the shadow
We are a mother’s peace
we hold the mother wound
Our blankets are sewn of prayer
red cotton, sweetgrass, yarrow
plaited into song
reclaiming the first medicines
We are daughters of swords
fight to the death
for the no that means no,
hold unfettered roots
through green labyrinths
to the Supreme
We breathe stars into you
til the end of breathing
We hum you to us
form tides steering mystery
Old ways are ours
oak murmuring the first leaves,
carrying the confluence of all circles
endings, beginnings
everywhere under your feet
We shape shift across this land
fire the hearth
travel the wheel
through rusty creaks
in awe of small things
light workers, all beings
the juice that is life
We are
and we are not.
