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Tag: goddesses
Brigid
I guess it’s never too late to get all Celtic on ya. 😉 I got some new collage supplies today and was reading about some goddesses from Irish mythology for my book, and well, here you go. 🤗❤️☘️🇮🇪🧚🏻♀️✏️📝✍🏻
Brigid,
she knows the heat in your face
didn’t come from pulling The Lovers
out of a tarot deck,
she knows the blue streaks in the fire
you study is an illusion, tempting you
to wave your hand through the flickering daggers,
proving to everyone but yourself
of your resiliency.
She knows you can grow anything you want
without killing it.
She drives barren hands
to burrow deep into the boggy soil,
to hold bulbs like a child you’ll never know.
She knows when the wells have run dry,
and the battles are about to begin,
yet she satiates, inspires, ignites fuses
you never knew you had. #art #poetryandart #poetrylovers #brigid
Happy National Woman’s Day
“Girls are not machines
that you put kindness coins into
And sex falls out” — Sylvia Plath
We’re more like the crane games
on a Jersey Shore boardwalk
Hands maneuver our hands
towards visible prizes
and treasures hidden in plastic shells.
If what we have for grabs is too heavy
the plushness slips through fingers,
weakened and rigged by the deceit of others.
Still, these hands keep rolling quarters of promises
into our waiting gaps,
the lights and sounds fill the quiet, dark
corners where we like to hide, waiting to see
how hard this one and that one will try
to catch our IPod hearts with irascible playlists –
to win our unicorns stuffed with everything
nobody else wants to know.
Muses 10 through 18
Muse 10 allows
for that amazing voice
in the shower.
11 helps that same voice
bounce beautifully
off gravestones.
Muse 12 dries your eyes
after a too-big glob of wasabi
or a too-hot shot of saki.
13 is the impossibly long wait
for coffee in the morning
that makes you miss the multicar
pile-up on the interstate.
She’s the extra dead rose
hidden in his “forgive me” dozen.
14 gives you the years
you get with your dog or grandparents.
15 hits you with thirteen’s thorns
for wasting that time.
16 builds up your walls
and shapes your wrecking balls
that crumble them.
17 helps break the news gently
when all you want is to be alone.
18 pummels you with sixteen’s wrecking ball
when you think you need permission.
Serotonin with a side of fries, please 