Is my best poem.
She wears the gentle scent of
art, nature and song.
A beautiful verse held together
by her womanly blend
of love, kindness and geranium.
“If Light is in your heart, you will find your way home.” ~ Rumi
Feeling lost in the world,
I leave my phone behind
and head for the woods.
Sheltered in a landscape
where no one can reach me,
I sit upon a fallen trunk,
sinking down, soul to soil,
on reddish-brown leaves.
As the weight of my heart
draws the Goddess Ma’at,
I pick up a white feather
and fear its consequences.
And a voice spoke to me,
“the alphabet will be your lodestar”
and I woke from the dream enraged!
Why do his letters get to be so important?
Why can’t I paint or play music,
why can’t I sculpt clay or knit?
Why do those 26 letters
have to be my guiding star?
“Well,” said the soul,
“you can either come to them
squealing like a noisy pig,
or you can come to them with grace.”
It was in her ancestry,
the longing to tend and herd.
Being the daughter of a shepherd
she knew why Arcadia pulled her.
Knowing her family began there,
she longed to return to her spirit land,
to deep harmony and highlands,
a vision of unspoiled wilderness.
To restore a branch of her family tree
and move in peace upon its mountains.
Home may be where the heart is,
yet hiraeth was calling her soul home.