The Paddock Review

Moon Chant

 

…..

Let the green snake creep

the dragonfly flit

with its sheer veined wings

its needle-nose blade

against the warm July wind.

Let them go where they will

in the plum night.

 

I view all as a daughter

of the Tribe of the Old Irish

who feared neither flying

nor crawling thing

who placed the Great Stones

on the circle ridge

burrowed cool paths

to earthen caves.

 

The eyes of my Family

saw the light

that hides between the stars

and their feet danced

Meter and Rhyme into being

 

and I

I know all life is glowing

florescent

sharp-shining

in the glen.

…..

This is from the chapbook Who’ll Buy My Posies by Carol Siemering (Finishing Line Press) and is available at https://www.finishinglinepress.com/product/wholl-buy-my-posies-by-carol-siemering/

The title of this book Who’ll Buy My Posies comes from a round I learned in 1961, when I was eighteen and living in an international community of women, The Grail. It was there that I learned about women’s power, sensitivity, wisdom, creativity and connection to the Sacred. It was there I learned about women’s capacity to transform themselves and the world. This book’s poems, written over the many years since then, are all about women: women real and imagined, women singly and women together. Oh, and yes, “posies” is also an archaic expression for “poems” (smiles).