In the spindrift of stars,
she’s felled, stayed by strands
silvered in the night
she circles in cycles of moon phases,
phrases repeat in her mind, bridging seen
and unseen worlds,
the doors that might open—if—
in the tides of sea and blood—there is life
in her womb, in the earth,
the repeating petalled patterns,
the roundness of berry and belly,
the strength of limbs, rooted
to the earth, while reaching for the sky,
she howls as it fills her. God, human,
something in-between? This is the truth—
she is what she is, and what she has always been.
She circles in cycles. Repeats.
Ever and always. She waits.
For Paul Brooke’s Ekphrastic Challenge, Day 16. I was inspired by all three works. You can read all the poems here.
Reblogged this on The Wombwell Rainbow.
Thank you, Paul.
I liked the way this poem flowed. Thank you for sharing.
Thank you so much! I appreciate that. I wasn’t sure where this one was going. 😀
I like how you echo the roundness of berry and belly. Those are fundamental truths too, and they do keep coming round and round.
Well done, Merril.
Thank you, Jill!
I’m loving the repetition of circles of life going round and round. Beautiful.
Thank you so much! 😀
Circles and cycles… it’s how life seems sometimes. Love this, Merril. ❤️
It does! Thank you, Colleen! ❤️
The first stana is the one that resonated most with me. I’m not sure why. I just wanted to stay with it for a while. There was just something about it . . .
Interesting. I’m pleased you liked it–I think maybe it has a dreamy fairy tale feel?
That could be it, falling under the spell of an enchantment.
Such a beautiful rendering of the wheel. (K)
Thank you so much, Kerfe!
I found this quite mesmerising as I kept re-reading.
Thank you so much, Derrick. I’m so pleased!
Your words sent me in a spin here Merril – ‘she’ could be interpreted in different ways but I feel she is a dancer!
Oh, interesting, Ingrid. I hadn’t thought of that at all!
Beautiful writing .
Thank you so much, Andy!