Athena, my debut book is in its final month of the writing and editing phase. It's been really hard to let this book come to an end but time is passing and emotionally ready or not, I'm kicking it out of the nest. During the week of May 30th, I will be polishing finished works for the book and wrapping up the following:
This week's featured reading is Alala, a poem full of rising, ceremony, and survival. Honoring the experience, trials, and energies that have built me. A tribute to the goddesses of war and warriors everywhere. Be wild!
Alala: "War-cry." The female personification on the war-cry, and an attendant of Ares. Pindar mentions her as the daughter of Polemus.
​(from the Encyclopedia Mythica) Alala by Melody Norton
Now
In the stillness of the storm I am lost With no tragedy to tend to No order-given mission to accomplish No traumatic experience to survive No crisis to avert No hardship to rise above And I don’t know what to do I am exhausted Feeling worn Carrying the strife of Nirrti For I am not whole I need to process all that I have experienced suffered endured survived Give aid to the residual infections which have not yet been remedied So I can do as I was trained Adapt and overcome In a way that builds me From my pain From the ashes From what remains Write it all down The way I walked in Full of blind faith that Zorya would guide me The sun my northern star Behind her gates With dawn, I’d rest beneath her protection My perseverance shining bright Reflected in the swords of myself and others who owe gratitude to Marishiten As I pen this I approach my next phase with plea because I only know how to pray in my poetry and I am in desperate need of a war-cry As medicinal while I’m phasing back into the world as it was fierce going into the field This is the pivot point Where Kali lay me in her arms Whispering Change is on the way Lace this ceremony with magic and Northern Lights Leading me to the lighthouse Making my body a safe house Echoing with the humming of leather-bound bass I howl with the lifeblood of the wild Sounds of the green hills The hollers of my ancestors from battles past Worlds apart Drenched by the salty waters they shared That carry sailing tributes engulfed in flames in honor of my passing Mourning the parts of me that will never return In the hope that least my soul is revived Allowing me another chance in this life I need this I need to sing through the rage Breath stolen by the shrieks of Agasaya before she evolved into Ishtar and grew to know love Xuannu (the Mysterious Lady) knighted me with her magic May my beloved learn the difference between how I kiss when I am sorry, when I am in heat, and when I harbor pain I need dances spirted by my Roman image Healing dances that connect me Body and drums Body between ground and sky Healing between sacral and crown Record the way I dance off beat The way I sing in the rain The reverberation of my voice rumbling through the valleys Sekhmet, lead me home to sands that match my skin So I can stand along the shoreline of desert lakes Juniper breeze in my hair Standing in the soils Toes curled into its cool touch Smelling the earth Standing beside the energies of goddesses and creatures Whom share the anguish Free to bare our scars Both those etched into our temples and those which silently suffocate us from the inside Singing in perpetual canon Carrying each other through the riffs And I, a humble human vessel Drinking the wisdom of their stories The attributes of their narratives So that I may find myself whole An eclectic statue of their influence Erected to stand in virtue Resurrected and longing to live Forever Like them There is something powerful about the moment when you realize that you are the fire inside the belly of the beast The rising sword Nerio is passing the torch Valor lives here In my chest When it’s all said and done lay me in the heavenly fields of Freyja or send me to Valhalla Either way I rest among fellow warriors Without fear or pain Blessed by Victoria Anointed by Bast Blessed be my fellow goddesses of war for all you bestow upon me Athena Born for battle Though I learned and became so much more along the way
0 Comments
Leave a Reply. |
Upcoming Release:
|