Writings of a Goddess

My Bird, written 7/8/2021. A poem inspired by my therapist. We have a strong connection so I really felt called to write this. Also she has a thing about birds, I can't think about birds without thinking about her. On flapping wings she flies to my rescue. Zipping and darting about, she zeroes in on the important details one might miss otherwise. A hand reaches out " Follow me, let's journey together " a voice says. So hand in hand we walk, I lead she follows close behind with a flutter and a voice of reason. I may be the Leader but she is my steadfast General, the kind one can turn to in the heat of battle when it all becomes too much. She saves me a seat and we sit in rest together.

Estella, written 7/2/2021. A poem inspired by my friend Estella, what I think of when I think of her and our long distance relationship. Oceans wide and oceans deep, she dives in with fury. Hand her the world and she smiles, take her world and feel her wrath. Time and space will not separate, the further the distance the closer she appears. Rare as pearls yet familiar as an old friend. Nature's Cycle, written 7/6/2021. Life moves ever on, churning waves and the decaying bones of trees. The water is sacred and the leaves change color without interference. Magic is all around you and shows itself in the patterns of flowers and the hum of fungi. She lies deep in the rustle of ferns and the shape of an acorn. Stop, listen, feel, smell. She’s with you always in the babble of a creek and the buzz of bees. You can find Her if you look. She’ll find you if you let Her.

Estella, written 7/2/2021. Written for a friend's birthday inspired by her. Oceans wide and oceans deep, she dives in with fury. Hand her the world and she smiles, take her world and feel her wrath. Time and space will not separate, the further the distance the closer she appears. Rare as pearls yet familiar as a old friend.

Dance With Me, written 7/1/2021. Inspired by dance scenes in period movies. Usually these parties are dull, but not tonight. Something is different, my energy taunt with need. The music swells, strings fast and dramatic. The swish of long gowns and tailcoats, a clink of precious gems set in gold. A large warm hand on my waist, my hand held like a priceless treasure. Eyes meet wide with longing, a conversation said with no words. Breath quick but soft. In public we can't… I want to… later Dear… On and on we go, swinging in circles around the room like a bird fluttering in a cage. Confined by social rules but not for long.  Whispers carry but we care not, lost in our own world of connection.  Do we hate? Do we love? Are they one in the same? Our feelings bind us regardless.

Pick a Direction and... what?, written 7/1/2021 Where am I walking to? I know not because I'm standing still. Tumbling over uneven path and pebbles getting caught in my shoe, and yet the Universe pushes me onward like a stubborn child. I must move but cannot pick a direction. The Fear, he holds me like a lover. The Worry, she clings to my hem. They hold me still like a night with no breeze. I can't feel my feet on the worn stone path yet I know they are there. I wish I was ok with not knowing my destination, but that coil tightens evermore choking my visitor and stunting my steps. "Baby steps" I tell myself, a mantra repeated like Holy Scripture from a frightened God. And yet it falls on deaf ears of a being that expects more more MORE! IT'S NEVER ENOUGH! why isn't it enough?

Loki, written 6/30/2021. Inspired by the character Loki (MCU). Why do you weep, oh little one? For your ears are sharp, your heart full, your head wreathed in gold. Mischief follows like a shadow, both yours and of nature. You cannot help it, for nature becomes you. The role you play is your own despite the forces that try and claim you as that which you are not. Mischief and folly and mistakes, falling down, feet finding their way, making amends, triumph and glory at the success of finding you. What makes a You a You? The answer, my slippery one, has always resided in your heart. But I cannot tell you, that you must search for yourself. A dagger it may be, but you are the one wielding it. A dagger you may be, but there are those willing to take the risk.  To trust The Trickster.

These are both short enough to be in one post. Untitled, written 6/25/2021 Like gold in my veins, breath stunted by the glide of your magic. Filled with light and dark mingled as one in the wee hours of the night. Ageless in movement yet gone in a flash of white hot brilliance  She Walks Among Us, written 6/29/2021 Magic unlike any other, the Divine walks among us in the form of flesh and strength. I am torn asunder, rendered holy by Her hand which gives me Grace. One could not manifest in their mind the overwhelming beauty, softness and chaotic memories that Her heart holds. Whether by birth or divine alchemy, She walks this Earth with eyes of fire and hands holding knives wreathed with roses

Oracle of Me. Written 6/18/2021. Have I lost it? Or am I simply a modern Oracle, receiving prophecies from a mad God? But the God is me, Holy Scripture from my own lips of the future. And yet how much must be taken as Gospel? How many of the Prophet's words are Holy? When does one trust the word of honey laced with static as true? Am I kin of Cassandra or is the curse all in my head. Trust in God is often blind Faith, holding a chalice praying it will be filled with what you need. Forgetting you are the seat of that power.

Welcome to my writing nook! I wanted a place to post my writing and to keep it all in once place. My writing is very personal and emotional, lots of flowing words and filled with magic. I hope some of it resonates with you. There may be some occasional adult themes so warning for that. I will say if there is any trigger or content warnings in the beginning of a post so you can be warned beforehand. If you need something tagged please let me know, I want people to be safe (and know what they are getting into).