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Newborn Poems

Little Pomegranate Seed  
for newborn Sachie Inanna Hara

Your mother has been lush
with you, deeply-sown
round to bursting.
Little pomegranate seed,
you in your chamber 
under her heart
dreamed of bursting too.
Blossoming into rosy red flesh,
succulent fruit, untethered
from her garden
you feel the surge,
the wave of urgent love 
on which you ride
calls you out of your seedling sphere
into life.
Little pomegranate seed,
your father holds your mother in his arms.
The Queen of Heaven and Earth holds him, 
all rock with wild
astonished cries—grounding,
guiding this fertile basket pouring
you out.
Your mother moves continents,
the ground swells, a cavern forms.
Little woman, pomegranate seed,
Grandmother Inanna catches you,
caresses you, surrounded by women, carries you 
into the world of 
your father.
See your father’s face and all 
the Fathers and Mothers before you! 
The tribes are gathered for
your forthcoming. 
Little pomegranate seed,
Let your Japanese fathers name you Happiness,
Let the Great One name you for Herself. 

Fauna  
for Hayley 

Entering the frame, 
striding through a portrait
you made for me
I listen to voices,
placed by your knowing, colors calling
the family—mine and yours--
back home.

Fauna, 
you and I have bloomed
so many times together:
tying our skirts around our waists
straddling the mossy rocks,
we washed our hair,
long and silken at the river's bank,
captured through reflected faces,
even older than ours

Fauna, 
do you know how many times
from All Time we have shared?
So many lives aligned, incarnations, really.
The memory of all these forms
of mothering, daughtering, sistering--
you lighting the way--
I say the words, make incantations.
And so, 
however it is our paths have crossed:
vision and voice, 
colors and characters
our witching walk proceeds. 

Back-Seat Baby          
For Fiona, born in the back seat 
of a New York taxi

Back-seat baby,
everything is moving
fast!
Fast, and in your own
sweet, speedy time.
 
Fiona-the-free,
fierce proud, shining one,
Celtic mermaid, leaping like  
sea-trout, named for the pure 
white place
between wave 
and foam,
bark and tree.
Named for magic and mercy, 
for dancing, deep ones
rushing, rushing up
to the surface
into wild, big-city air.
 
Rush-hour is your hour
back-seat baby
born at just the right moment:
with horns honking,
traffic jamming,
street folks bustling,
pedestrians crossing
and overhead the 
towering buildings,
canyons of stone, brick, steel
the birth canal
a busy street--
 
your street
baby!
 
Little Fee, fierce, fresh
new-born, salted
delivered en route,
on the fly,
in a hurry,
ready to go:
 
"Hello, big World!
Here I come!"
I'm the back-seat baby--
born to fly,
born to drive,
born to say:
 
"I’m the one in the driver’s seat.
Get to know me, 
if you can. 
I'm Fiona of the
white wings,
jet trails,
cloud banks,
slipstreams.
 
Ready or not
here I come!" 
Poems

For You, In Gratitude
Newborn Poems
Poetry for Lughnasa
Le Petit Mort
Here's What You Need to Do
Home Studies
Winter Solstice
December Sauna
Into the Air   
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  • Home
  • About Marcie
    • Marcie's Notebook
  • Services
    • Offerings
  • Secular Ministry
  • Poems
    • For you, In Gratitude
    • Newborn Poems
    • Poetry for Lughnasa
    • Le Petit Mort
    • Here is What You Need to Do
    • Home Studies
    • Winter Solstice
    • December Sauna
    • Into The Air
  • How We Are Happy
    • Lovage and Hemlock
    • Thanksgiving
  • Classes/Presentations
  • Past Blogs
    • Essays for the Hungry Soul >
      • My Father's Day
      • Earth Year!
      • Living in Pandora
      • Feast of Imbolc
    • Earth Celebrations >
      • Celebrating May and the Month of the Bear
      • All Hallow's
      • Never pass up an opportunity to Celebrate!
      • Time to Cease your Labors for a Fairy Tale
      • Late Summer and Closer to the Bone
      • Dancing at Leghnasa
      • Inter-dependance Day
      • Beltaine - Bringing
      • Welcoming Spring
      • Winter Divination
      • Light Chasing the Dark
    • Wise Talk
    • Innersanctuary Meditations
  • Current Blogs