I call on you, betrayer of living flesh,
cracker of bones… I name you mine,
I hammer my intent into your core.
My will—never you!—dances
in the red of my blood, throbs
in my center and in my limbs
and in the roots of all that is Me.
I’m blooming you dry, pain of mine,
making dandy fluff out of lion’s teeth,
unbinding hurts, healing a wish.
the (not so) wee notes…
– Over at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Brendan asked us to “write a short poem… binding up a spell or charm for something that plagues some aspect of daily life. Invoke a depth or shade or deity of heart and cast it over an ailing.” I, in all my teeth-baring-witchy-narcissism, invoked the hammer that is my will, and sent it like a weed (who knows her own power) to breed healing into the soil of my flesh and bones. In the spring of my charm, my pain shall be overrun by the healing bright of my dandelion wish. 😉
– I’m rather inept at the art of conventional meditation (Also, I dislike the word “conventional”, but that has little to do with this so I’ll move on). Many people, perhaps most people, visualize waterfalls, quiet meadows, sunrises… when they meditate in search for healing. That doesn’t work for me. If I’m to soothe myself—physically and/or emotionally—I must face what ails me head on and teeth bare. Some days, I dance with it… other days, we glare at each other… most days, I swallow its energy and make it mine.
– Linked to Poets United (Poetry Pantry 319).