This is the last in a series, WomanKind on reclaiming the feminine.
A Dreaming Poem
Do you ever feel like you exist between two worlds. This living and waking world and the world of dreams and visions? An origin story invited in by my sub conscious, like this one affirms my Piscean nature.
Deeper and deeper, down into the belly of the ocean I swim. It’s quiet down here, tentacles of jellyfish sway in rhythm with giant kelp forests . To them I am just another curious creature in the salty mix. There’s a lightness in my movement, as my lungs acclimate to the slow steady thrust of my legs propelling me downwards to the underworld.
I am being pulled into something that feels comforting, safe and familiar. There is no light at this depth, just a translucent glow beckoning me down into a world that is known to me. Then I see them – a primal recognition – they see me and the love flows like liquid bloom through my veins. I am home.
Liquid Bloom
She emerges as reassembled atoms from a stormy sea,
twisted seaweed spirals of ancestral DNA,
rocking her, telling her it’s not safe.
A fish out of water is not safe.
But now it’s Earth holding her gravely in its sway saying it’s always been so.Silvery beads drip from her form,
a luminous pool at her feet.
Tiny prisms of light
hold secrets of her old story.
It’s hard not to look down, to search for the beauty that once was.Skin unfurls, layers shedding, sloughing, shedding.
Stripping the old story from her shoulders,
her face unmasked, somehow older, wiser,
flesh and veins down to bone.
The pain of full exposure.It forms an excruciating pile at her feet.
Discarded remnants of another lifetime.
No need to look back, no need to look down
just know it’s there.
In time it will all dissolve back from where it came
just like her.
