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Poetry for Lughnasa 

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 

Death of Lugh
~by Mark Madden 

It’s not the life that you lamented
The stillborn dreams you half invented
Yet still you smile as one demented
On a bower of withered flowers
The crescent sickle swings in descent
Reaping the golden stalks you sent
Straining toward the firmament
While wailing women mark the hour

She who smiled and called you lover
Cut you down and took another
Who means your death but calls you brother
And heaven knows he speaks the truth
In exile from that sacred thing
Of which lovers sigh and minstrels sing
Retrace your path as fisher king
Back to the castle of your youth
 
When we men voyage to spiral castle
We’re not her lord we’re just her vassal
And she really doesn’t need the hassle
Attendant to the role of wife
We mourners cry but we dissemble
When Kore passed the earth did tremble
But in your wake we just assemble
Keening at the gates of life
 
So winter comes the movie’s ended
And just as though our hearts were mended
Our awareness is extended
In the whirr of the machine
And whether scars do fade or linger
I’m not the one to point the finger
Not the song I’m just the singer
In an opera of might-have-beens.

You may contact Mark Madden at baphie@hotmail.com 

Treasure Hunt
~by Maren Hinderlie 

Blue sky flies above
but I, with head bowed
walk under the sun who throbs
as insects drum
feeling the heat
mosquitoes hum
menacing
                 They guard my love

Sting, draw blood,
but I don't care!
Sweet, wild love waits
here, there, somewhere
My eyes are searchlights
they pierce tall grass
peer faithfully
                      for the promised

Tell-tale glow
at last!  A ruby winks
near my big toe
nose first, fingers bent
head and knees bow
eager – reverent
we touch - trembling
                                Treasure – sweet and deep
                                aroma overcomes
                                 intoxicates me

We comingle
in the pine and clover
with my blood and sweat
Let mosquitoes hum
it's not done yet!
A warm soft ruby
on my tongue
fatal sweet explosion
and more to come!
Tiny Beauties
bursting inside me
giving ---
enormous pleasure
sweet --- tart
miracles of joy.

You may contact Maren at marenhinderlie@gmail.com  

Picture

Green Tango  
~by Marcie Telander 

Bare arms unsheathed
    upheld
                fingers flash, 
  articulated jewels, 
      emerald,
   mauve, 
                chartreuse
sun splayed through each,
     each
            limb carved, curving in
          a
               r
           a             
                 b 
                     e 
                           s
                                   q    
                          u
                                e                                          
                                     s
of abandon.

Bend your sinuous heads
         earthbound
skyward
locking arms
lifting breasts
leafing out 
seed staccato
doing the dance
of vines.

  
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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