Hymn to the Bearer of Life
Humming for Grace,
my blood spills out of my veins
to sing Her lullaby.
Humming for Grace,
my tongue thirsts
to curl Her name.
Humming for Grace,
my bones humble themselves
for Her mouth.
Humming for Grace,
my flesh draws the map
of Her wisdom.
All there is
and all I am:
a lotus flower
at the feet of the Divine Enchantress.
As a drop of rain falls into the sea
and a grain of sand drips into the desert,
I am birthed from Her womb,
and to Her womb I return. Blessed be the Earth
that binds us as One.
published in the anthology “in which poetry breathes life”, 2020.
” i wrote this poem for my experimental poetry module in my final year as an undergrad, when our tutor (Polly Atkin!) invited us to view poetry as spellcraft. this exercise, along with my research into spiritual poetry at the time, inspired me to dedicate myself to constructing a lyrical, metaphysical female gaze – much needed in literature, imho.
the sales for the collection “in which poetry breathes life” were donated to WHO’s covid-19 response fund, and the compiled works explored poetry as an outlet to navigate through the uncertainties of 2020.
you can purchase the anthology here:
https://www.amazon.co.uk/Which-Poetry-Breathes-Life-NaPoWriMo/dp/B088N3WS58
“Spells are poems, poetry is spelling.” ~ from the introduction of the anthology of Occult poetry edited by Sarah Shin & Rebecca Tamás, entitled “Spells”.
amaryllis 