Grandmothers

Grandmothers counsel the world,

touch the earth,

the lost land,

in a time of violence,

cry the beloved country.

Eternal echoes,

the celtic way of seeing,

the way of the shaman,

the education of the heart.

Grandmothers,

wise women,

(wisdom of the crone)
walk two moons,

fireflies in the dark-

heart of darkness.

I heard the owl call my name,

a grace disguised.

What color is my world?

I so enjoyed the prompt from Samuel at dVerse Poets on Oct. 4 that I kept going with more titles in my bookcase and a whole new topic.

Authors in order: Carol Schaefer, T.C.McLuhan, Eavan Boland (2), Alan Paton,  John O'Donohue, Frank MacEowen, Michael Harner, Thomas Moore, Nikki Giovanni, Joyce Tenneson, Field, Somerset and Phillips, Sharon Creech, Susan Goldman Rubin, Joseph Conrad, Margaret Craven, Jerry Sittser, Kareem Abdul-Jabbar.

Step So High

Use your stilts to step so high-
to the moon, to the sky,
and plug your lights
into the moon to shine them bright
anytime of day or night.

Wear your gown, fix your hair
climb something taller than a chair,
capture light from nature's moon
so its not gone quite so soon
and all can use it to swoon or spoon.

Women do this, girls can too.
Maybe, one day, even you.
Set your goals high, lofty as the sky
so if you should fail you'll still fly
to places few will go but you'll know why.


For Claudia at dVerse Poets Pub who had us writing to the artwork of Catrin Welz-Stein. This piece of hers, Where the Starlight Begins, seems the perfect illustration for a children's book which inspired this poem.