Saturday, 27 May 2023

Perimenopause is Wild: A Poem

 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