Windowpane

upon my window pane
a trail of muffled raindrops
echoing my tears

Chaiku MW


Breath, fog and raindrops
Seeping into my soul
My eyes turned upwards
Toward the promise of the clouds
While my feet 
Are drenched in mud puddles
Sending shivers deep
Into my bones

The view from my room
Is spattered with raindrops
In the heartbeat of the rain
I can see dams breaking
Sweat dripping down
Dampened bedsheets
Arms outstretched
People under somber umbrellas
Separated by their fears


©️ 2020 MW 🙏

Using the word Room as my inspiration, in honor of OLN at dVerse, our host Grace at Every Day Amazin and our previous host Laura at Poetry Pix.

Today…

Today I vividly recall
The embrace of the grim reaper
Today I remember the sharp nick
Of his kiss upon my soul
His passion distracts me
From the Truth
Life is too fleeting and fragile
To remain face down
Spewing out mouthfuls of dirt

©️2019 MW ❣️


Written from my perspective as a stage 4 metastatic cancer and DV survivor, who has faced many battles with the grim reaper in my life. Cheers to dVerse and Whimsygizmo. We are writing quadrilles using the word “nick” — meaning steal, timeliness (nick of time) or small cut.


Bridges

The bridges you’ve burned smolder behind me
Staining the innocence of a bright new day
Through the thick, dark smoke of brokenness
I see the outline of new bridges [to jump from, cross over or burn to ashes]
Shimmering and swaying in the distance,
Whispering promises that make a mockery of my fears
Looking over my shoulder one last time
I see the bridge where you faltered
Refusing to cross over onto solid ground with me
Within the blink of an eye it vanishes
A mere specter in the realm of what could have been
Before you succumbed to your predilection
For gasoline and matches

© 2018 MW 🙏

Cheers to OLN at dVerse and our gracious host, Grace.

Kundalini

The Serpent Goddess winds up your spine
Wrapping around your wounded heart
Evoking cool ocean breezes
Followed by the heat of the desert sun
A wild taste of freedom shoots upward
Engaging every inch of your existence
In a sensual dance
Droplets of blood rain fall steadily
Washing away all your pain
Colors flash through your cerebral cortex
Fiery red flashes of anger
Indigo black ripples of peace
Sea green waves of bitterness
Amber orange rays of hope

You become an Old World lizard
A hungry panther
An Indian Star tortoise bridging heaven and earth

An angel with steely wings
Swoops in
Challenging your beliefs
Pitting itself against your humaneness
Pressing sharp talons into your flesh

Shape-shifting
You become billows of smoke
Purging and cleansing
Your tortured soul

You are a crystal clear river now
Flowing fiercely and freely
Calmly and powerfully
Kundalini’s work is done


© 2017 MW 🙏 All Rights Reserved

Kundalini (the Hindu Serpent Goddess) rests like a coiled serpent at the base of the spine. When her dormant energy is released, it flows upward through the seven chakras, leading to deeply altered states of consciousness and an intensely cathartic process known as a Kundalini Awakening.

Cheerss to Open Link Night at dVerse and our gracious host, Grace.

Shade

I dwell in shade
Engulfed by grays
No color palette to
Enliven my days
Shadows take hold
Where my life enfolds
I have no rainbows
To enliven my soul
All my words drift
Into soundless mist
I look into the mirror
And I don’t exist

I have no face
I’ve been erased
All that I am is painful space


© 2017 Mother Wintermoon 🙏
This is what depression feels like. It’s important to raise awareness. Knowledge is understanding.

For D’verse and host Lillian, using “shades” as our inspiration. 

Defiance

Into this hallowed chamber,
harshness enters,
bruising my knees,
weighing down my outstretched arms,
despair descends,
as icicles in frozen air,
angels witness,
etched into panels of stained glass,
taunting voices whisper,
mocking my faith,
drowning out the chorus of prayers.

The face of your image looms,
burned into my naked flesh,
i arise! in defiance of,
this sham salvation,
the angels shiver,
trembling against fragile glass,
shattering the panes,
into bright pieces
of sharpened resolve.

© 2016 MW All Rights Reserved

Cheers to dVerse and Bjorn. Our prompt is to work the shadows of light and dark.

Forsaken Supplication

Forsaken supplication,
slivers of fractured sunlight,
filtered through stained glass,
warming her fragile flesh…

Swaying with bended knees,
in this primordial House of God,
walls whispering tales of ancient lust…

Encased in prayer she awaits,
invocations in The Holy Tongue,
escaping unbidden from her lips…

Her soul cries for release and vindication,
corporeal scars uncovered,
her robes turned to ashes and dust…

The Bride enters,
a likeness cloaked in amber shadows,
formed from shards of brokenness…

Secrets of suffering revealed,
in rivulets of tears,
carving patterns,
into time worn stone


© 2017 MW All Rights Reserved

A tribute to all the women who have suffered in the name of religion.

Cheers to OLN at dVerse Poet’s Pub and Mish, who used the expression “If walls could talk” as our inspiration. 

North Country Love and Legend

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specter of death along a deserted road
the demise of autumn’s reap and sow

ghostly branches of barren trees
eerie hushed babble of glacial streams

icy claws clinging to niveous graves
townspeople gathered in a shadowed nave

the shivery blush of a winter kiss
frostbitten petals of bitter cold bliss

long hair adorned with icicles
crystalline footprints in the snow

waning light of a gibbous moon
north wind howling a song of doom

frozen in time she awaited his return
upon the hearth they placed her urn

© Mother Wintermoon 2016


Cheers to dVerse Poet’s Pub and bard, Bjorn. We are prompted to be inspired by the song-writing imagery of Bob Dylan. I chose the “Girl From The North Country” as my inspiration. Didn’t you wonder what happened to her? Now you know! Dylan lyrics below:

If you’re traveling the north country fair
Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline
Remember me to one who lives there
For she once was a true love of mine.

If you go when the snowflakes storm
When the rivers freeze and summer ends
Please see if she has a coat so warm
To keep her from the howlin’ winds.

Please see if her hair hangs long
If it rolls and flows all down her breast
Please see for me if her hair’s hanging long
For that’s the way I remember her best.

I’m a-wonderin’ if she remembers me at all
Many times I’ve often prayed
In the darkness of my night
In the brightness of my day.

So if you’re travelin’ the north country fair
Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline
Remember me to one who lives there
She once was the true love of mine

Dazzled

You are wholeness,
You are exquisiteness,
You are a dazzling jewel of delight.
There is an entire universe,
Contained in the smallest speck
Of your corporeal life.

No matter how broken you feel,
No matter how many times you have shattered,
You are a crystal of Divine radiance.
Continuing to reflect and refract,
Many whispered wisps of light.

© Mother Wintermoon 2016

Cheers to dVerse and our host, Lillian. We are evoking the energy of the words “razzle, dazzle and sparkle,” using one, all, or none of the words in our work. 

Wings and Claws

I
Feathers floating…
Falling…

II
Sharp talons scratching
At my thoughts

III
Feathers drifting down
Engulfing me
In a cloud of raven black

IV
My words are wings and claws
The color of the midnight sky

V
Feathers soft and sharp
Powerful and fragile
Dipped into my inkwell
Scratch, scratch, scratch

VI
My words are wings and claws
My thoughts are velvety feathers
As dark as the blue-black sky

VII
I am the Morrigan
Protector and stormy pathway
Shape-shifting Goddess
Of fate and death

VIII
I am the Morrigan
Traversing dimensions
Goddess of prophesy,
Night, magic, and revenge

IX
I carry souls
Within my inky wings
To be rebirthed
At my behest

X
Feathers drifting down
Plumose onyx
My thoughts are wings and claws
My words are the midnight sky


© 2016 All Rights Reserved

The Morrigan — Shape-shifting Celtic Raven Goddess of War, Death, Fate, Night, Magic, Prophecy and Revenge. With water as her element, she presides over rivers and lakes. She is sometimes referred to as The Raven Goddess.

Cheers to dVerse and our host Bjorn. We’re delving into cubism as a poetry form, where many small poems are written on the same object with a shift of perspective, that provides context as a whole.

Shadows

A mere shadow of my former self
Moves invisibly through rooms full of people
Existing on a plane rarely detectable to others
Slipping into a sea of inky darkness
My sliver of a shadow cries
Remembering how she once dreamed
Of emerging to greatness


© 2016 MW All rights reserved / As a survivor of DV, medical trauma and cancer, I work to destigmatize mental health struggles. Writing and art are cathartic outlets to verbalize and express.

A quadrille for dVerse with our host, De.  “Shadow” is our inspiration.

Drumbeat of Sorrow

Mankind, I shall see you again
standing at the entrance to the
Rainbow Bridge
waiting for direction
feet traversing stepping stones
on a new horizon
where Spirit will awaken
the drumbeat of sorrow
at what you have wrought
tears shall overflow your eyes
as you behold our magnificence
your soul will tremble
with the cadence of pain
as you gaze upon the Medicine Wheel
you have desecrated
and the feather of the Great Spirit
you have so carelessly trampled
here, within the Sacred Hoop
we are your teachers
we are your healers
we are the stewards of your fate

© Mother Wintermoon 2016In loving memory of Cecil the magnificent lion and Harambe, the rare and majestic silverback gorilla, whose lives were ended by human idiocy and disregard for the sacredness of wild animal life.

Cheers to Open Link Night at dVerse with bard Bjorn.

Smoke Signals

Raindrops glistening
like diamonds
mined from human tears
my faith turned into
an empty closet full of lies 
broken promises amassing
into piles of old bones
listening in vain
for familiar footsteps
throwing the feathers
of broken wings
into the fireplace
transforming them
into smoke signals
singeing the sunset
with Your name

©️ 2016 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
A plea for succor from the Divine Feminine. Sometimes when we go through hell in life we have a crisis of faith.

Cheers to dVerse and poet Victoria. Our word of the day is “feathers.” 


I Am She Who Has Always Existed

I am the ruler of the underworld
I am a heavenly body
I have been a muse since time immemorial
Countless sonnets were inspired by my reign
I go by the names of
Snow, Hunger, Wolf, Flower,
Harvest, Hunter, Blue and Crow
I am the light within the shadows
I am the endings before new beginnings
I rouse your passions
I bring solace to your soul
I am there in your darkest hour
I rule over transitions and balance
I am life and death
I am the embodiment of reap and sow

I am the rhythm of the earth bridging all seasons
Wolves speak to me in ancient tongues
Sea captains hunger for my guidence
Oceans rise and fall under my sway
Tides succumb to my pull
I am the power of love and madness
I am the magic and I am the spell
I bear witness to your sins and secrets
I am the keeper of your regrets and hopes

Seek my wisdom and I will give you…
The gift of transformation
Call upon me and I will teach you…
The eternal cycle of harvesting and letting go
I am reincarnation
I am feast days and festivals
I am She who has always existed
I am more powerful than the sun
I am Lady Luna,
I am the Triple Goddess.
I am Maiden, Mother, Crone

©️ 2015 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED


Snow, Hunger, Wolf, Flower, Harvest, Hunter, Blue and Crow are names given to moon phases, reflecting the nature of each season. 

 My bit of creative luna~cy in honor of dVerse and Grace.


Jar

A jar full of secret hopes and dreams,
dances upon the bubbling froth,
right on the edge of a timelessness.
Buffered by the ebb and flow,
it now resides with broken sea shells,
lost among a million grains of sand,
patiently waiting to be found.

©️ 2016 Mother Wintermoon

Cheers to dVerse and Björn using the word “jaras our prompt.