Submissions by Maiden_of_Swords (Mother_of_Lions)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Recently getting back into writing poetry, and enjoying expressing myself in new ways.
LOVE POEM
Published
15th Aug 2014 7:48pm
15th Aug 2014 7:48pm
Namarah: My First Motherhood
After trial by water,
And fire,
And by blood
You came.
Golden-haired creation,
Golden-skinned and glistening.
Your tiny fury declared to all present
As you were lifted from my crimson nest.
‘Emergency Caesarean’ they called it,
But to me, you had chosen to rise
Like angels do
From the hot and the red.
I knew you. You had come to let me
Love you completely and purely
But with a ferocity to rival the wolf.
I slept then, as did you
And we dreamed together.
All else seemed grey and far away.
And this...
And fire,
And by blood
You came.
Golden-haired creation,
Golden-skinned and glistening.
Your tiny fury declared to all present
As you were lifted from my crimson nest.
‘Emergency Caesarean’ they called it,
But to me, you had chosen to rise
Like angels do
From the hot and the red.
I knew you. You had come to let me
Love you completely and purely
But with a ferocity to rival the wolf.
I slept then, as did you
And we dreamed together.
All else seemed grey and far away.
And this...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
15th Aug 2014 5:40pm
15th Aug 2014 5:40pm
Ode to Sekhmet
My terrible, beautiful Mother
Many tremble to see you, and most cannot stand your roar.
You taught me to roar, deep from the pit of my gut,
Bring up the fire from my womb, resonate in my heart,
Then release on blazing breath.
You delight in blood
But you know the secret ways
Of healing, of magic and madness.
You always protect.
My beautiful, terrible Mother
You are gentle with your offspring, your Chosen,
Though not since the time of the Pharaohs have you
Walked the land.
We remember you
We honour you still....
Many tremble to see you, and most cannot stand your roar.
You taught me to roar, deep from the pit of my gut,
Bring up the fire from my womb, resonate in my heart,
Then release on blazing breath.
You delight in blood
But you know the secret ways
Of healing, of magic and madness.
You always protect.
My beautiful, terrible Mother
You are gentle with your offspring, your Chosen,
Though not since the time of the Pharaohs have you
Walked the land.
We remember you
We honour you still....
1255 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
14th Jan 2010 6:25pm
14th Jan 2010 6:25pm
Grey Blue Beach
Black fingers of the tree snake toward the slate skies.
Granite rocks do not care for the tireless assault of the sea.
It is lonely here but I am at peace.
Gulls cry instead of me.
The horizon is cerulean.
The clouds are bruised.
The moon cannot even break through
To shine her sad face onto the pebbles.
But a faint glow ripples on the waves.
Turning away, even the moon has
Forsaken the beach and I.
The gulls quiet, and instead
I cry.
Granite rocks do not care for the tireless assault of the sea.
It is lonely here but I am at peace.
Gulls cry instead of me.
The horizon is cerulean.
The clouds are bruised.
The moon cannot even break through
To shine her sad face onto the pebbles.
But a faint glow ripples on the waves.
Turning away, even the moon has
Forsaken the beach and I.
The gulls quiet, and instead
I cry.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
14th Jan 2010 6:23pm
14th Jan 2010 6:23pm
An Un-Love Poem
You are the dead fly in my biscuit tin.
You are the bird poo down the back of my new jacket.
You are the sudden downpour when I don’t have a car and am on my way to an interview.
You are the sneaky trail of snot when it’s freezing outside and I’m talking to my new boyfriend.
You are the bird poo down the back of my new jacket.
You are the sudden downpour when I don’t have a car and am on my way to an interview.
You are the sneaky trail of snot when it’s freezing outside and I’m talking to my new boyfriend.
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LOVE POEM
Published
10th Jan 2010 8:28pm
10th Jan 2010 8:28pm
Silent Mantra
My silent mantra,
Never spoken.
I tell it to you
Through my eyes,
Through my mouth
Through my breath.
You take this breath
Your kisses warm my mouth.
No words pour forth,
Only sighs
And breath
And sighs.
And all the while
I repeat my silent mantra.
Never spoken.
I tell it to you
Through my eyes,
Through my mouth
Through my breath.
You take this breath
Your kisses warm my mouth.
No words pour forth,
Only sighs
And breath
And sighs.
And all the while
I repeat my silent mantra.
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STORY POEM
Published
10th Jan 2010 8:27pm
10th Jan 2010 8:27pm
Every Night
I watched the long processions go
Wildly by through rain or gale
Every night all year they faintly show
Shadows of forms with faces pale.
And every night she wakes.
Sleepless stirrings, she knows they're there.
She hears their silent footfalls sound
They know she waits there, under the ground
Oh, every night she wakes.
With robes and dresses floating long
Whipped by the timeless twilight wind
A beautiful dance with no foot wrong
But lethal to those who follow behind.
And every night she sings. ...
Wildly by through rain or gale
Every night all year they faintly show
Shadows of forms with faces pale.
And every night she wakes.
Sleepless stirrings, she knows they're there.
She hears their silent footfalls sound
They know she waits there, under the ground
Oh, every night she wakes.
With robes and dresses floating long
Whipped by the timeless twilight wind
A beautiful dance with no foot wrong
But lethal to those who follow behind.
And every night she sings. ...
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DARK POEM
Published
7th Jan 2010 7:39pm
7th Jan 2010 7:39pm
Gory Story
My heart should be here
Where I have this open wound.
As usual, it had started to heal,
Even the promise of a faded scar
But it was not to be.
Ripped open, cavity in my chest
Blood spatters everywhere
On my face, on the walls, on the sheets of my bed.
Take out my heart then
Since you've made the first cut.
Get it over with, tear, break
Whatever.
Just fucking do it
Don't stand there looking at me,
Open chest, blood and gore dripping.
It's rude to stare.
Finish the job, don't linger, ...
Where I have this open wound.
As usual, it had started to heal,
Even the promise of a faded scar
But it was not to be.
Ripped open, cavity in my chest
Blood spatters everywhere
On my face, on the walls, on the sheets of my bed.
Take out my heart then
Since you've made the first cut.
Get it over with, tear, break
Whatever.
Just fucking do it
Don't stand there looking at me,
Open chest, blood and gore dripping.
It's rude to stare.
Finish the job, don't linger, ...
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STORY POEM
Published
7th Jan 2010 7:36pm
7th Jan 2010 7:36pm
Overnight
Catch the sonnet from the whispering trees
And after the sunset, the moonrise sings
Of love and loss, and faerytales and things
To make your heart weep with words such as these.
Listen in the night for starlight’s quiet tune
And dancing patterns across heaven’s eyes
Where angels look down from the sparkling skies
The sleeping earth glowing under soft moon.
See the Lady Moon beginning to set
She finds her bed of starry silken beams
The Sun he awakens from shining dreams
His rays kissing the grass dewy and wet.
Catch the sonnet from the whispering trees
And after the sunset, the moonrise sings
Of love and loss, and faerytales and things
To make your heart weep with words such as these.
Listen in the night for starlight’s quiet tune
And dancing patterns across heaven’s eyes
Where angels look down from the sparkling skies
The sleeping earth glowing under soft moon.
See the Lady Moon beginning to set
She finds her bed of starry silken beams
The Sun he awakens from shining dreams
His rays kissing the grass dewy and wet.
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SELF POEM
Published
5th Jan 2010 9:32pm
5th Jan 2010 9:32pm
I Become My Own Knight
I will not be that Maiden who, waiting, learns her Fate has been decided by others. I will not sit by, in my tower, while the World, with its battles and love stories, unfolds beneath me, out of reach.
I will take off my gown, take off my jewellery and bind up my hair.
I will go to the armoury, and put on such armour that shines in the sun, reflective of its brilliance.
I will go to the smithy and take up such a sword that it sings at my touch and cries for battle.
I will go down to the stables, my horse saddled and waiting, a magnificent creature to...
I will take off my gown, take off my jewellery and bind up my hair.
I will go to the armoury, and put on such armour that shines in the sun, reflective of its brilliance.
I will go to the smithy and take up such a sword that it sings at my touch and cries for battle.
I will go down to the stables, my horse saddled and waiting, a magnificent creature to...
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DARK POEM
Published
5th Jan 2010 9:31pm
5th Jan 2010 9:31pm
Why Me?
And he kept spitting.
Spitting blood and saliva and hatred,
Mixed into one congealed mess.
I deserved it, he said.
Crouched at his feet
Scalp on fire, hair tangled around his fist.
Crying, crying.
He lets me go. Throws me down on the floor
The rage rises in me again
I argue inside:
‘I will not be treated like this’
‘No, leave it alone, leave it alone.’
‘I will not.’
I get up.
Hands claw-like, they tear blindly at his flesh
I bite. Taste his blood in my mouth.
I am pinned...
Spitting blood and saliva and hatred,
Mixed into one congealed mess.
I deserved it, he said.
Crouched at his feet
Scalp on fire, hair tangled around his fist.
Crying, crying.
He lets me go. Throws me down on the floor
The rage rises in me again
I argue inside:
‘I will not be treated like this’
‘No, leave it alone, leave it alone.’
‘I will not.’
I get up.
Hands claw-like, they tear blindly at his flesh
I bite. Taste his blood in my mouth.
I am pinned...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
30th Dec 2009 8:16pm
30th Dec 2009 8:16pm
Earth Poem
Down into the Cave go I
Down into the Mother’s heart
Where Spirit sleeps and flames don’t die
Where all of Life does end and start.
She sings to me from darkness’ depths
With ancient words that my Soul knows
That tell of why the Goddess wept
And how Her love forever flows.
The air is still, the tunnel chill.
I am inside the Earth.
I seek and find Her in the dark
She bathes my wounds and mends my heart.
In rock and stone, and woodland glen,
Wherever the Fair Ones dance and sing,
It’s to Earth I will return again,...
Down into the Mother’s heart
Where Spirit sleeps and flames don’t die
Where all of Life does end and start.
She sings to me from darkness’ depths
With ancient words that my Soul knows
That tell of why the Goddess wept
And how Her love forever flows.
The air is still, the tunnel chill.
I am inside the Earth.
I seek and find Her in the dark
She bathes my wounds and mends my heart.
In rock and stone, and woodland glen,
Wherever the Fair Ones dance and sing,
It’s to Earth I will return again,...
1073 reads
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
30th Dec 2009 8:15pm
30th Dec 2009 8:15pm
Daughter of the Earth
Beautiful Mother's song
You call me
Past the Moon, past the Stream
Down to the cave.
You wait by the doorway
Singing in wonderous tones.
As the bird in song,
Just like the candle flame,
Flickers by the window.
On and on and down into the deep
Earth is cold but warm with You.
There are many here but You are One.
I go. I follow.
Talk to me of pain. Dark despair.
Ancient rhythms and feeling in song,
No words.
I am so young,
I will feel all, in time
To come.
My Mothers of Old...
You call me
Past the Moon, past the Stream
Down to the cave.
You wait by the doorway
Singing in wonderous tones.
As the bird in song,
Just like the candle flame,
Flickers by the window.
On and on and down into the deep
Earth is cold but warm with You.
There are many here but You are One.
I go. I follow.
Talk to me of pain. Dark despair.
Ancient rhythms and feeling in song,
No words.
I am so young,
I will feel all, in time
To come.
My Mothers of Old...
946 reads
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