Young Nyx

I meet her on a street corner in Brooklyn.

Turquoise hair, smoky shadowed eyelids,

Dark smudge lipstick cigarette.

She exhales a dragon.

She says she’s dying anyway,

and living, and dying again.

It never ends, like a labyrinth dream

like a myth.

I notice the angry scars on her wrists.

“Did it hurt?” I ask, pointing.

She shrugs and flicks an ash. “Doesn’t everything?”

“What was it like on the other side?”

“Same thing—dark and light.”

Young Nyx ©Angela Bigler 2020

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Brigid

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Whoever said you’d stay the same is wrong.

Blood, water, flame.

Things change, like the elements—like me.

They weren’t yet cocooned, transformed, unfurled

in the fiery quest for their truth.

Now you become phoenix—

Healed and protected,

Inspired, transcendent.

Forged into me as I am into you.

 

© Angela Bigler 2020

 

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Great Mother Love

Her songs are earth deep mantras calling names of constellations into being.

Her light soaked in, released the magic pine and herbs.

All those folded flowers lifted up their sacred prayers – water, light, dirt, love.

Her gifts – who could forget them?

Did you see her gentle curves?

The way her spine supports her children?

It’s impossible to live without her heaven/earth transcendence.

Aren’t we all turning, turning with the planet that she raised?

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©Abigler 2015

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Redwood Dream

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Dreaming takes down

The light curtain

Bathes us with visions of pregnant earth

Her life, her dreams

 

If we could listen in

Hear her whisper in the trees

See the color in their dreams

Those monolithic earth whale redwoods

 

Go see them in your heart

When you cannot feel their leaves

Or bark

Or roots

Inviting

You

 

She meets us there

That sacred

That vision

That rooted beauty

 

Folds our prayers

Into her soft bark

Her singing leaves

Her living roots

Inviting

Us to strength

 

Footstep by footstep

Connected in

Her graceful image

 

She

Can

Hearten

All of them

 

These waking walking earth dreams

 

© Angela Bigler 2013

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