The Goddesses of Shining Light

The Goddesses of Shining Light

This poem is a circle of women shining their light.

This poem is a sisterhood, a holding of hands.

This poem is a group of Goddesses in velvet cloaks.

This poem is a prayer for peace in the world.

It is the visualisation of a six-pointed star

sending golden light onto the planet,

and focusing in – to this country, this town, 

this building, this group, this individual heart – 

then out again from our collective hearts….

This poem is a circle of women shining their light.

This poem is the stopping to hug when we meet in the street,

or the smile and the wave if we haven’t got time to stop.

It is preparing meals for the one who is sick, when she can’t,

or driving her to her medical appointments.

It is speaking the names of those who are absent, with love.

It is a sound bath of healing for those we place in the centre.

This poem is a sisterhood, a holding of hands.

This poem is a swirl of dancing colours,

This poem is music and moving feet.

This poem is rising and falling arms

like a wave, or a forest, or a flutter of scarves.

This poem is a meeting of hands, in turn, around the circle;

a gazing in turn, deeply, into each other’s eyes.

This poem is a group of Goddesses in velvet cloaks.

This poem is a group of dancers whose velvet cloaks catch the light.

This poem is a sisterhood, a holding of hands to connect our light.

This poem is a circle of women shining our light, bathing in light,
sending light out to our world. This poem is the Goddesses of Shining Light.

Written for 'imaginary garden with real toads' – Wordy Thursday with Wild Woman, this time featuring Hannah Gosselin's Boomerang Metaphor form. (In this poem I have made some slight variations to the form.)