08 April 2014

triune goddess


maiden's tender wheaten shoots 
still stiff bend the earth,
stand at the threshold
ready to jump boundaries 

mother's cerulean love triggers life,
new precise coordinates join
tribe's unconscious
in tensioned struggle to name meaning

crone's penumbral time of collective forgetting,
cryptic umbral perceptions of life's wheel,
impulses at length deflected
oscillate, amplified, to the divine

For Fireblossom over at Shay's Word Garden who asked us to write a Flash Fiction 55. This prompt is combined with a previous wordlist of Hedgewitch from Jung and a poetry request from Mama Zen for a 37 word poem which I couldn't manage to do but started this. Here they all are in 55. I took the photo in the west of Ireland.

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  1. hedgewitch08 April, 2014 20:24

    Well, Mary--you have actually gotten your teeth into three prompts here, my Jung one, which was the word list, and then MZ's and the 55, so I'd say the whole poem is triune. ;_) A beautiful image of the eternal feminine in all her guises.

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    1. Grandmother Mary09 April, 2014 12:34

      That's right! The word list was from you and the 37 word prompt I attempted to use them in was from MZ. But finally, here it is. I have to say this was my favorite word list ever- weighty words.

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  2. Jannie Funster09 April, 2014 02:06

    I like the part about cyclical nature and life's wheel, all leading to the divine. Very nice!

    Good job of incorporating the word list and making it a 55.

    And how awesome (I read in your sidebar) you too have a daughter named Kelly, same as our girl's name is spelled.

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    1. Grandmother Mary09 April, 2014 12:39

      She is named after my husband's grandmother, Brigid Kelly.

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  3. Fireblossom09 April, 2014 02:07

    How'd you do that? A difficult word list AND a 55? Wowwwwww. And it's beautiful, too.

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    1. Grandmother Mary09 April, 2014 12:40

      Thanks, FB. Leave ti to Jung and Hedge to come up with such a hefty list.

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  4. Margaret09 April, 2014 04:01

    tensioned struggle for meaning… :) It is a balance. Just lovely

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    1. Grandmother Mary09 April, 2014 12:43

      It seems to me to be the tension of motherhood- our utter love for them and their need to find and name their own meaning. Yes, a balance, but one that we must strike, not them.

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  5. Tessa~ Here there be musing09 April, 2014 15:56

    Amazing, how one can write poetry...

    Thank you for admiring my husband's carved duck decoys. Yes, they are works of art. Thank you noticing... :-)

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  6. G-Man09 April, 2014 20:14

    Mary Mary...
    I can see that you haven't lost your touch...G

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