Every morning of the three day retreat, Dr. Shaw would read poetry to us.  There were about 40 or so of us in the story hall, an equal mix of the genders - all of them - for story space is never binary but is multiplicity.  When the poetry reading was over there would be a few moments of silence and then Martin would invite folks to share the images from any of the poems that had resonated with them.  After the round of sharing, participants were asked to write a poem in response to the image that spoke to them. 

For me, the morning of this exercise there was a ton of profoundly deep and rich poetic reflection that rose out of the poem on that moor.  Mine was the least of these offerings to the elder gods, but nonetheless, here it is.

Monstrous Kingdoms

 

I knew, the first time I stepped on ocean,
the depths to which she would draw me in.
Not to drown, but to show me the dance
of the monstrous kingdoms of love and light,
in the depths of the dark and the vastness.

 

And through that darkness of the Mother's waters

Unnamed life, moving toward naming day.

Fiona Mackintosh (© August 19, 2018)

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