Your Wild Goddess Ways

Wild Goddess Ways

 Okay you nun you
go ahead and pray but
while your monastic routine
calms you to neutral
don't forget I'm waiting
to pounce on any passion scrap
I see on your street.
I'm the heroic delinquent you
pray for, sister,
so unbolt your door to me
or you will blow
Throwing it wide feels good—
not your goody good but the kind
of chaos that makes the stars!
Where do you think you
come from anyway, sister?

Dare to give up pleasing
the rest. Who gives a hoot?
Only do have the stuff
to risk and gambol,
to please your unruly Queen.
Delight in your wild Goddess ways!
Let pandemonium
make you ditzy,
turn you glitzy, burn you true
Give me, your Rowdy
center page,
and I'll open your life
I'll turn you into a poem
to blur the boundaries
and launch you past your limits,
all the way back
to the size of stars.

©Susa Silvermarie 2014


Red and the Wolves

A pantoun

Red Riding Hood

She isn't afraid of the woods.
The trees are velvet darkness.
The leaves sing to her
their depths of dark.

The trees are velvet darkness,
like her dreams, her spirit friends,
their depths of dark;
yet daytime in the deep forest.

Like her dreams, her spirit friends
playing with her,
yet daytime in the deep forest;
Little Red runs and skips.

Playing with her
are wolves, oh lovely wolves.
Little Red runs and skips,
rushes to meet the wolves.

Are wolves, oh lovely wolves
loping with the same joy?
finds herself face to face,

loping with the same joy!
She discovers herself Goddess,
finds herself, face to face.
She isn't afraid of the woods.

©Susa Silvermarie 2014


WaterDrumming at the Grandmother's Gathering

Janet Reynolds with a waterdrum she made. See below for more information about the waterdrums!

Onto the Mother's back,
I skim the waterdrum.
Floating in its ring of willow,
the gourd is kissing water, holding air.
When I play it, the sound
flies through the worlds!
All the afternoon,
while the waterdrum entrances,
I hear the healing of the world.

Listen. It is the Grandmothers!
It is they who send across the waters,
these curing timbres.
Each beat calls back to balance,
the perfect, natural earth.

The drumming washes from my back
all stabbing from the past
Waterdrumming mends me,
honeys the back of my heart.
Because I offer it for all of us,
the drum of the Mother
restores the heart of the world.
Teacher of trust, oh waterdrum,
thank you for your medicine.


 More about waterdrums:

Janet Reynolds, who made the waterdrum you see above, tells us that the first ones she heard of were played in bowls. On asking the artisan who made those about using something similar in Lake Superior, he suggested using a hoop to hold them in the waves. Janet says "Willow was the natural answer because of the Ojibwe feminine connection. I fabricated the gourds (another feminine vessel) based upon that knowledge. Each one is created with much love and many prayers. All of the knots are tied with prayerful intention .... They are to be drummed and drummed and drummed with love and vision for the water, earth, air and fire, all beings, seen and unseen through the 7th generation forward."