I thought I was. Then I wasn’t sure. Now I am …
perimenopause is wild
cycles expand, escape their bounds
now fast, then slow
doubled up and none
released from one way
into an untamed other
the joyful sorrows of change
bloom and grow
blessed death mother comes
fierce and tender with endings
bled out to fertilise a coming
inwardness
bringing heart-wisdom
and soul-nourishment
to feed the crone years
(21st December 2022)
Detail of Blood by Meinrad Craighead |