At the still point of this turning world
Stood before the great mystery
the poet calls life,
she senses something approaching,
which, as it draws nearer
the poet realises, is the plague.
Thrown into turmoil,
she tries hard to cut and run,
but the plague seizes her.
It was the night before Persephone
was set to return to Hades,
when a terrible storm descended
as she and her mother,
two goddesses in the greenwood,
noticed a gathering of houses
through autumn’s falling leaves.
Places in which they hoped
to seek warmth, food and shelter
for their last night together.
The dark and bright journey of this poet
has been an Odyssean adventure,
wrestling with the upward call of spirit
and downward pull of her soul,
while pursuing alphabetical alchemy
in both monstrous and divine worlds.
Where, upon the high seas of the soul,
a necessary home-leaving took place,
years before she encountered
the sparkling, living waters below,
lifting her up from the mud of creation
to the luminous stars above.
Never lose your sense of wonder,
reconnect with Mother Nature.
Walk the woods and forest floors,
climb up mountains, go outdoors!
Grab your boots and run for freedom,
head for the Garden of Eden.
Let yourself be so uplifted,
stand up taller, no more twisted.