My lover is my soul image,
I told Dr Jung, the Self,
she who’s been calling me
towards her my whole life.
For my psyche
has never been whetted
by heterosexual love,
nor the image of a man.
Mama Monarch
Up the hill
and across the field,
behind red maple leaves
the Green Man watches
His Goddess,
busy in the nursery,
feeding, changing, singing
to Her children.
Disappearing Down a Jungian Rabbit Hole
Dear Poets and Dreamers,
Just a short note to say that I will be disappearing down a Jungian rabbit hole for the rest of the year in order to explore my Animus Diet diaries and Divine Hermaphrodite essays in greater depth, before hopefully emerging with Persephone next spring (2022), with a new book or lengthy article at the very least.
The Shepherd’s Daughter ~ A Red Book of One’s Own
Postscript
Full Harvest Moon blessings to all! Birthed under Oaktober’s magickal full moon, here’s the postscript to my second poetry collection, The Shepherd’s Daughter, my very own “Red Book”.
Writing my second book has been an unexpected joy!