Friday, July 10, 2009

The Magic Circle

This was prompted by another challenge from FlexWriters.

A few years ago, I was diagnosed with endometriosis and  adhesions. I wrote this poem when dealing with the issue of infertility.

This is the only positive poem I have about the subject, but it's one I'm very proud of. It's been published (formerly the U.K.'s Witches Digest, which is no longer in print). 


I share this with all infertile women in the hopes it will help them like it helped me - and I have no problems with other gals using/sharing this as long as they give me credit for it and toss a link up for my blog when applicable.

The Magic Circle

Earth:
The goddess moves in me,
not in the fallowed fields of my womb
but in the mountainous maternity of my heart,
where She dances in steady beats.

Air:
The goddess moves in me,
not in the terrible tempests of my womb
but in the zealous zephyrs of my heart,
where She breathes in steady drafts.

Fire:
The goddess moves in me,
not in the expiring embers of my womb
but in the fervent flames of my heart,
where She ignites in steady illuminations.

Water:
The goddess moves in me,
not in the boggy bayous of my womb
but in the consonant currents of my heart,
where She fluxes in steady tides.

Pentacle:
And I let her move in me,
not because of the disabling disease of my womb
but because of the anticipated adoption of my heart,
where I foster in steady faith.