This Woman Was Different

This Woman Was Different

When she spoke,
I heard the eternal phoenix
rise from its fiery ashes.
And with no end in sight,
I knew only this,
right from the beginning
I could be hurt.
So I had to talk myself down
from the terror
that, if she ever left me,
I could write heart-breaking poetry

At first glance I knew
this woman was different.
I wanted to grow old with her,
I wanted to fall
into her same arms
every night.
I wanted to share
the day-to-day
slings and arrows of life.
I wanted the waves,
the cycles and the seasons
of endless love.

Without warning
I lost interest in others.
And if a passing passion
were to arise,
I would remember
I was married to a witch,
and that is no energy
to mess with.
One spell cast
and I could wake up
with my left ear
a far and distant memory.

She is my firebird,
a thousand feathers aflame.
In five hundred years
we shall build a nest
at the top of the oak tree
and burn willingly.
You’ve either got that kind of love
or you haven’t.
I’ve got it with her,
to her, from her.
She raises me up
again and again and again.

Copyright © Deborah Gregory 2017
Image Credit: Google Images

14 thoughts on “This Woman Was Different

  1. I am so, so glad you’ve “got that kind of love.” I knew in a conceptual sort of way that my passionate and soul-opening love would not be forever, but 42 years was a long run. There was nothing to do when I first met him except say, “Yes! I’m willing to burn for you.”

    You are divinely inspired, Deborah. Here’s to daring to live a passionate love knowing all is transient, including us, knowing Love remains even when the object of love doesn’t. I see you as nesting squirrels in the oak tree canopy in my forest. I’ll meet you there.

    1. Thank you so much for sharing from your beautiful heart Elaine. Your kind-hearted words are received with love. “Passionate and soul-opening love” wow, that’s such a gorgeous way to describe your blessed 42 loving years together. I get the feeling you loved Vic every minute of all your time together! A strong and deep connection.

      The wisdom you so willingly share, yet painfully learnt, connects us soul-to-soul. You deepen my faith in love and humanity. Yes, all maybe transitory, still, love is stronger than death. Oh my goddess, how wonderful to see us as nesting squirrels at the top of the tree! I’ll meet you there one day my friend, it’s a promise! Love and light, Deborah.

  2. Thank heavens you turned away from your first thought of not being hurt Deborah! Your poem says it all – quite quite lovely! May you both continue to be raised and rise to the very top of the green tree … xx

    1. That’s wonderful, thank you so much Susan for your beautiful gift of words here. I was divinely inspired and wrote this in one sitting over the weekend. Love your “raised and rise” sentiment! Blessings always, Deborah xx

      1. I put it up on FB (twitter too) and on FB it’s been sooo well received and shared a few times! Bravo weaver of words – which is how I headlined it … xx

        1. That’s so generous of you, thank you so much Susan! I’m not on FB myself but the #Witchy wife is so I just took a gander, looking fab! xx

  3. What a beautiful love poem Deborah – I love the final verse “She is my firebird, a thousand feathers aflame…” oh how that conjures up the sense of so much passion for you and your witchy wife!! I believe that it is the deepest, truest love of all when you know “at first glance” and these words really express your love in such a wonderfully pagan way – perfect for this time of year with All Hallows’ Eve just one week away!

    1. Thank you so much Sophia for your truly beautiful comment! It was a joy to write this one. The words just flew out of my heart. In my mind’s eye I see the phoenix in a thousand shades of flashing reds, yellows, oranges, blues and greens … the image of a fire kept roaring in my mind so that’s how that line got written.

      Ha-ha! “Witchy-wife indeed! Neither of us mind that honourable title! Yes, it was all there in that first glance. I love, love, love this time of year as autumn, Halloween and my birthday arrive all wrapped up in one glorious season. Blessings always, Deborah.

      1. Ahhh now it is the season of Scorpio and they are known for their ability to shed skins and rebirth, so the eternal phoenix rising from the ashes again fits well into your poem. Halloween, fireworks and your birthday! Many warm wishes for all of these celebrations Deborah!

        1. Thank you Sophia for your warm, autumnal wishes. Just listened to Anne Sexton, one of my favourite poets (I have many!) reciting “Her Kind” such an awesome poem. Sending you rich blessings for Samhain … where many a witch and firework will flying! Hmm, “The Season of Scorpio!” now there’s a poem waiting to be written!

  4. Deborah, I want to be a witch and a shaman! A poem of love and magic. What a great image you’ve used to go along with your words. The poem title is brilliant!! Your words would seduce the heart of any witch with their spellbinding verses. All the best, Anna.

    1. Thank you so much Anna for your wonderful, kind-hearted words. I felt divinely inspired to write this over the weekend. Hmm, the witch/shaman/healer life is not for the fearful or faint-hearted. I found the B&W image online. It’s the perfect visual representation of a beautiful, loving, wise witch!

      In pure synchronicity I’ve just read, “Where there is woman, there is magic.” ~ Ntozake Shange. Blessings always, Deborah.

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