and you are too lovely to be cast aside,
too patient to be denied,
far too clever to be dismissed
much stronger than you know.
~ to our daughters
She wasn’t just any rose,
She was the whole damn garden
Yet, you couldn’t see past her thorns.
Patient, she waited for you to notice
Her love- abundant.
In sunshine, she bloomed
In rain, she folded herself
Her scent drove you mad
Crushed, she oozed hot-sweet pleasure
Green tea and lemons,
A spoonful of honey.
Her touch, intoxicating
Soft as velvet, artful
You swore you’d found heaven
Every beat of your heart pulsed for her
And now you sit, your mind like a moth flickering round a flame
Trying to re-capture the scent of your rose, the feel, her look
Yet, you were the one who cut her down
Only to blossom in memory.
and I will bury the pain of you deep within my heart
form you familiar
this way, you can never disappoint
that way, you can live on
a dull reminder
of the first man I ever loved
~scotch and water
I believe in miracles
The unseen hand of divine agency,
manifesting hope of extraordinary wonder
This is why I believe I’ll find you again
Against all odds
Standing outside a doorway or inside a crowded coffee shop
You’ll smile and say, ‘What took so long?’
And that will be it.
I will be home.
My sister asked, “Do you remember that morning at the beach?”
How could I forget?
A memory of us. Two children lost in fantasy, tiny feet dancing as the ocean kissed the sand. Accidental twins, our small bodies snuggled in white hoodies.
“You took a stick and drew a huge circle,” she said,
“I drew a circle to protect us.”
I see her step inside the circle. She is careful not to smudge the rounded edges.
The circle was our make shift island. A sanctuary, both too young to appreciate, paused moments are fleeting. We didn’t know of danger.
The universe knew. Two sprites and a majestic sea. Brave and shivering as the winds blew. A shipwrecked dinghy, marooned on the sand. Their stick, an oar.
It was as if our mere survival depended on circles.
Circles were everywhere throughout our world. We scampered through dense forests, our hard backs kissed by a honeyed sun. When night fell, two wolf pups mapped the stars and howled beneath a buttery moon.
We studied planets. Ever curious, our questions wheeled with ‘whys.’ Never sure, we chased certainty’s tail, passionate in our quest for truth.
We embraced circles. In the 70’s it was mandalas, knotted bandanas about our heads, and bracelets upon our wrists. We drove cars round blocks, cities, and countries, always to circle back home.
We are all circles. The whorls on our fingertips, the irises of our eyes, our DNA cells, to the egg that gave us life.
She asked, “Will life break us apart?”
“Never,” I said. ” If we drift apart, we’re returned by centrifugal force and universal law. Our fingers, forever tangled by an invisible thread that binds.”
She reaches for my hand.
Our circle is strong.
You ask, “Who am I?”
The pieces of every woman who came before your time
Scraps of chintz, lovingly stitched together
Calico cloth from an Auntie’s tattered dress
Pearl buttons cut from a Grandmother’s worn sweater
Poetic whispers in the night
A prayer to the stars
Oil and water
Loss and Love
These women formed you whole
How do you honour their brave?
By making yourself small?
By silencing your voice?
Each scrap, soft as velvet
Each stitch, strong as rooted willow
Be an everlasting reminder of who you were, who you are, and who you will become
Beautiful, brave, kind
~Brave women, Ancestors
and when you are uncertain, return to nature. Pause. Sit within silence. Listen. Hear the rustling stir from beyond the forest’s edge. Savour. Drink up the beauty that she has beholden to you. Yes, my darling, ‘Life is beautiful, indeed’.
Cut my heart
It bleeds stronger
Dripping rubies to cement
Play my heart
It beats dulcet harmonies
Infusing rust and gold
Wound my heart
I take a stand
Your silent storm no more
Didn’t you know?
My heart is fierce
Ancestral, brave and true
Inked by fire’s light: to blood