Archive | April, 2013

WomanPower: Poem – “Never far from home”

25 Apr

I remember picnic days
barefoot on grass,
rolling over an adder’s hole,
seeing it slither out,
a swirl of threat,
then laughing, knowing
how to keep myself safe.

Another time, swimming
in the sea swell,
not too deep, splashing
suddenly stepping off
a shelf, plunging down and down
till bobbing up again,
chest heaving, eyes bulging.

Years ahead, walking
through a wood,
a friend reciting names
of every tree, every flower;
me remembering
childhood knowing
from living close to earth.

Nature smells and sounds
evoke like nothing else,
memories of other times,
more awkward moments,
some rushed escapes,
to find solemnity, solitude,
a little soul silence.

I have travelled
these many years
through inner caves,
tunnels, where my heart
has followed echoes,
hidden footprints, snowy
tracks, grasses frozen in ice.

Often, absorbed by wound cleaning;
in pain, with care, longing
for the signs of strange growth,
my plaintive spirit
missed the freshening air;
the coming of Spring
in the midst of winter cold.

Y.M.
23/4/13

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WomanPower: Poem – Hilda Doolittle

24 Apr

He was the first that flew
(the heavenly pointer)
but not content to leave
the scattered flock,
He journeys back and forth
between the poles of heaven and earth forever;
he was the first to wing
from that sad Tree
but having flown, the Tree of life
bears rose from thorn,
and fragrant vine
from barren wood;
He was the first to say
not to the chosen few,
his faithful friends,
the wise and good,
but to an outcast
and a vagabond
‘today thou shall be with me in Paradise’.

(From the Selected Poems of HD, Grove Press 1957)

NB: I am going to be studying the poetry of Hilda Doolittle now that I have ‘rediscovered’ her and her work. There is much to learn and share! WATCH THIS SPACE!