What your dark mind must conceal
from the spirit
of joy and forgiveness
from that which is pure
tested by time
and the wanting hands
of the sacred crone
the waiting one
who cowers
yet smiles
woman aged of wisdom
warrior soul
spirit eternally reborn
transformed
singing truth
through the hail and barrage
‘cross the bow mast
of freedom
seeking broad measure and berth
as all that you seem to desire
slips slowly away
like rain down a spout
as your nightmares plumb deep
the sphere of black dreams
this timeless crone
could be your miracle
your salvation — your way out
your frail breath
to carry you through your passing
*
rob kistner © 2021
Poetry at: The Sunday Muse
Respect for the sacred crone!
Yes, respect.
your way out your frail breath
to carry you through your passing
Love it Rob, beautiful write! Each gentle twist of the braid makes it all the more memorable as time goes on!
Hank
Thank you so much Hank! 🙂
What, no music??!!??
There is music, was from the beginning. But OOOPS Shay. In publishing the post, the two URL’s ended up conjoined, and neither were visible online. Initially, I had carelessly published the incomplete draft. It is fixed now. Sorry!
This gives me shivers. And I’d love to hear read aloud.
Glad this touches you Chrissa.
I love the hands of the sacred crone, and how she could be miracle and salvation. Wonderful, Rob.
Thank you Sherry. It is the feminine strength, wisdom, and courage that has been the endurance of human existence. Bless the crone!
A magnificent poem Rob and those last two stanzas are potent and beautifully spoken. Hope all is well with you these days.
Thank you Carrie. All is well. Pain is a reminder of life’s truth, the journey of fullness and wisdom — so I celebrate the truth and the wisdom.
“as your nightmares plumb deep
the sphere of black dreams”
Wow!!! Wish i had written those lines.
And, again Stirling. NICE.
Good Sunday
Much love…
Much love to you Gillena. 🙂
The image of ‘crone’ in your poem is the woman I would choose to emulate. ‘Woman aged of wisdom, warrior soul, spirit eternally reborn.’ Beautifully composed, Rob.
Thank you Helen… 🙂 Crone is misrepresented too often to just be a craggy old woman, but I see a much richer interpretation.
Woman aged with wisdom, yes time has a way of making one wiser. Perhaps, it the trials and tribulations of life that make one a warrior spirit.
It adds up to bring a survivor True, aa I see it.
Nice to read about the sacredness of this crone. Made me think of my grandmother, sacred wisdom.
Some knowledge only comes with time.
Yes, I would love to be the crone you have written about. The music you chose goes perfectly with your words.
Thank you Susie! 🙂