Winter Solstice

winter solstice moon

Winter Solstice arrived at bedtime last night. But at suppertime I moved the Sunwheel wreath to the dining table and lit the central candle. We had poppy seed cake for dessert, a favourite of my guests, but also to mark the 102nd birthday of my Dad, long though he has lived with the ancestors. Our celebrations are officially started.

I am writing the Poetry Daily before the first glimmerings of daylight. Solstices are liminal times and it felt right to go to my doorway first thing (well, after feeding the cats and brewing my cup of tea) and welcome Winter. ‘Tis the season to be cordial, after all. We have a very plump, almost full moon this year for winter solstice, too!

Winter Solstice

I woke. Bid winter welcome
in the darkness
before the returning
of the day's light.

Venus was large and bright
breaching the dark,
turning sky indigo
with Her own light.

I stood in the doorway
in the starry
almost day. Even at the
darkest times, look!
The full moon and Venus
offer us light.

Copyright © 2018 Bee Smith

Venus Dives Deep

There was a fashion in creating ‘found poems’ or ‘cut-outs’ from sometime back in the mists of poetry time. Probably the late 60s when those who were there can’t remember. Today I decided to create a chorus of women’s voices, taking direct quotes from articles or newsletters I have read this morning. It is a New Moon today in Libra, ruled by that most feminine of goddesses, Venus. Sky and astrology watchers will have noted that Venus is currently retrograde, seemingly stationary, or moving backwards (rapidly towards the Dark Ages.) Today’s poetry practice, or journalling as I am coming to think of it, is playing with a different kind of cut and paste. Also, I want to celebrate women’s voices. We want to be heard.

I won’t keep my chorus Greek, masked and anonymous. The quotes are not in order, but feature the words of Barbara Kingsolver, Jude Lally,Chani Noble, Mary Pat Lynch, Brené Brown, and Sara Galactica. Thank you for your words, your speech, your voice. I hear you.

Venus Dives Deep

She goes from bright evening star
to invisible
to bright morning star

If like me you
overwhelmed, angry and betrayed

is an ancient
women’s tradition

a reasonable amount
of time
attending to fears and feelings

It feels like
we are living through
the end of the world
as we know it

We embark on a dark journey…

…unravel the path that you took to this very moment

Stare into truths
of Who We Thought We Were
and see
What We’ve Become

The moon calls us
to release
as She does.

Copyright 2018 Bee Smith

Featured image is based on an original photo of me by Jane Gilgun.