Seated opposite a heart
that cries out for love,
thrashing about inside
the cage of its body,
wounding itself repeatedly,
I wring my hands,
twisting my whole body
in my therapist’s chair,
with my own heart
banging, crashing around
against ribs, breastbone,
clamouring to reach out.
Dear Dreamers and Poets,
Just a short note to say that I’m heading back down my Jungian rabbit hole to hopefully transform my Animus Diet, Divine Hermaphrodite and this years, In the Name of Sophia essays, alongside my new poems into my forthcoming “Sophia” book. I’m hoping to publish next year (2023), however, being familiar with how the muses work, I know this may take longer, especially if a new poem or big dream comes-a-knocking!
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!
for Elaine and Vic
Sitting on a fallen tree,
two hearts of gold smile at me
and all the world becomes a song,
as love and bird sing all day long.
Hush listen to their hearts a-flutter,
as memory moves to early summer
where May recalls her happy hour,
a dance amid pale yellow flowers!
And as I spy behind the oak
a pen falls from my poet’s cloak,
for never have I seen such love
that sits beside the tall foxglove!
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As the poet takes her balcony seat
to see the greatest show on Earth,
the magician takes shape on stage.
Their eyes meet at the mystic table,
where each suit of divination lays
within mind, body, spirit and soul.
Merlin stands alone in white robe,
red cloaked before the table of life.
This blog post is all about how I wrote my first poetry book ‘A Liberated Sheep in a Post Shepherd World’ inspired by the final copy proof landing in my hands this morning!!! Continue reading