Hammer Headology

“Granny Weatherwax had never heard of psychiatry and would have had no truck with it even if she had. There are some arts too black even for a witch. She practiced headology—practiced, in fact, until she was very good at it. And though there may be some superficial similarities between a psychiatrist and a headologist, there is a huge practical difference. A psychiatrist, dealing with a man who fears he is being followed by a large and terrible monster, will endeavor to convince him that monsters don’t exist. Granny Weatherwax would simply give him a chair to stand on and a very heavy stick.” ~ Terry Pratchett

 

I know love can rip,

rip the guts out of walls built to kick
maimed wings that believe

freedom is a myth that only happens to some-
one never forced to bleed to live,

live knowing that empathy must be,

be a balance-kissed hammer
always willing to fix the world

or rip

what needs ripping.

 

 

– linked to Hedgewitch’s Friday 55 and Poets United.

Of Your Twilight, the Darkness

Shadows can’t be without light… just like me. Without you, twisting my limbs in our secret garden of little deaths, I can’t find the Self that makes Me. In the Solstice of my tale, you are Sun—growth and blaze, life… and the rest. I know you fear full night. I taste the truth in words you touch to my lips, in caresses you banter to keep, in every rebel gasp my voice rips out of that bit in your mind you’ve wished didn’t whole who you are…

let me be the heart
of your twilight, the darkness
balancing the light

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the (not so) wee notes…
– Of the Twilight the Darkness is the name of a goblin in Raising Steam, by Terry Pratchett. It’s one of my favorite names for a character… ever.
– Over at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Karin asked us to join her in a wee writing exercise: pick a letter, then a word, then write, write, write… Don’t erase. Don’t fix. Don’t stop and dance the Twist. Fine, I lied about the dancing restriction. So, dance wildly if you want. I always do. It is great for the ink. After dancing like the happiest of all writing maniacs, I chose the letter “S”… “Shadows” danced out of my pencil… and I wrote about Shadow and Light and Solstice and Love and Balance… The poem you’ve just read is the Heart and Soul and Center of the wild draft.

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