“How many of us have become drunks and drug addicts, developed tumors and neuroses, succumbed to painkiller, gossip, and compulsive cell-phone use, simply because we don’t do that thing that our hearts, our inner genius, is calling us to do?”
I realize I should have addressed this earlier, and most of you have probably already surmised as much, but the 100 Days Challenge deadline passed in April. While I did not achieve my numerical goal of writing 100 poems in 100 days, I did reestablish a habit of writing poetry that I had lost. I wanted to write more, and in the new year this seemed like an effective way to force myself back into it, which I have. I still plan to add to this blog, as I have been, and I hope you will continue to follow along. Thank you for your support!
This piece was written last night in honor of the summer solstice that just passed. The poem seemed to write itself in my head as I drove home, watching the moon overhead. It couldn’t have been a more beautiful night for some good, old fashioned pagan celebrating, and I hope you all enjoyed yourselves!
On that night, the moon hung
Like a single-stranded pearl,
Tugging at my tides that lapped
Against my softening edges,
Crowned, like a queen, with gold,
Swollen as a new mother who
Watched, glowing, casting shadows
And spells for seasons and safety
While she followed me all the way