Potential

Summer Solstice,
the standing still of the sun
after expansion
before contraction
uncomfortable uncertainty
emptiness
chaos
potential

anything can happen
in the heat of the longest day
in my dance with our fiery star

nothing could happen
my dreams,
plans,
creativity,
I
would not exist
without the sun

illusions of solitary stardom dissolve

I console myself with my solar soul mate

anything
more than I could ever dream on my own
is possible


Bríd Wyldearth Summer Solstice 2012


I have had a perfect day. I wrote two poems before I got up and then joined Twitter to write the following poem which describes a perfect evening I had last night with my friend Irene who has agreed to co-ordinate music for my Rainbow Labyrinth poetry celebration.

Starry Juice

by Bríd Wyldearth, National Poetry Day 2012

I have just listened to a divine piece of music,
A thousand names of the Goddess,
The most beautiful song I have ever heard.
I walk the moonlit beach in sheer bliss.

As I let the music wash over me,
I lost connection to time and space,
To my friend and her dog and her caravan,
I felt utterly alone and at peace.

My eye is drawn to a white pebble,
Smooth and round as the moon,
Cold in my fingers as mountain streams,
As perfect as the heavenly tune.

My cat miaows and I raise my head.
I cannot see her eyes or her motion.
In the unpolluted sky the milky way
Pours her starry juice into the ocean.

I am like a star: alone and self contained,
Yet held in a galactic dance.
Is my existence fated destiny
Or accidental and random chance?

I pocket the pebble to remember this night.
When I get home I play the divine cd.
I write down all the names that I can recall
Of goddesses from every culture and her story.