Brendan, over at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, invited us to “write a poem about power in [our lives] and the world… about power or creativity or instinct… heavenly or earthly powers…” I don’t know of anyone who’s heavenlier or earthier or modest(ier) than moi. So, as you might’ve predicted, I birthed a wee poem about things that feed my power:
There is power in mind-kissing
words and wit, which quickens
hips and heart-bits.
There is power in dancing
to well-fingered tunes, which kindles
brain and groin.
I find power in song and story…
in loving play… in lusty ink…
“…dancing, and seeing into the darkness…”
The Craft, by Patricia Ariel