Hallowed

“This is hallowed ground,” she says,

“The taproot of our lives.”

My mom, her mom, her mom and on…

We walk back home to soil

we were dreamed from.

Veil lifted – our ancients arrive.

Root within root, we are trees,

resurrected.

One hallowed being,

a circle of women.

© Angela Bigler 2021

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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—light and dark.”

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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