three faces (bridging)

we keep our goddesses on the unlit side
of the moon, that darkness
where the feminine divine
answers trinity with trinity–
a stone truth echoed in our faces.

I am not the maiden I was
with razor cheekbones and pointed breasts,
those boned angles too sharp to smooth
into roundness, my words arrows
with more barbed edges.
I ran once with that archer Artemis
hunting trails through thickets
naming what she does not kill friend.
I followed her where coyotes sleep
and owls nest, laughing and mapping
our path silver across night.

but edges soften and ripen, and I let him think he led
to that want, the touches flesh cries out for
when it is full, where it opens.
my breasts remember the heaviness of milk
and I am still that lover, that mother,
though the crone suggests herself
in parentheses framing my mouth when I smile,
in silver threading through hair lightly
the way I ran through night. yes,
that gray I hide with dye is a blessing,
but I am unready for that whole wisdom
and would run in wildness and savor its sum.

***at Dverse today, we are writing about ages and stages.  Here is my offering–written from where I am–in the middle 😉

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About Susan L Daniels

I am a firm believer that politics are personal, that faith is expressed through action, and that life is something that must be loved and lived authentically--or why bother with any of it?
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50 Responses to three faces (bridging)

  1. Mary says:

    Very nice, Susan. I like that edges soften and ripen…and that you are still that lover, that mother, and that you will run in wildness as long as you can! Determination is everything!

  2. Bruce Ruston says:

    Wow so honest and endearing I think this is my favorite write of yours

  3. GinAndTulips says:

    Oh Susan, you’re a true wordsmith. I get lost in your words, whatever you write about.

  4. I keep enjoying your work more and more, Great line work. Impressive.

  5. I beleive, we women are like a good wine, we get better with age. Silver, gray hair or not. I like the aging gracefully in all of this Susan.
    RYN: Clever! LOL

    • Thanks–I agree. Interesting Mary chose this prompt, because earlier this week I had that thought flash in my mind–I am far from maiden, but nowhere near crone yet 😉

  6. brian miller says:

    ha the artemis section is really cool…naming what she did not kill friend….my fav part though is the chiseled youth with sharp edges…smiles..i think we all might have been once…and ultimately the humbling, softening….truth there too…we learn to live and love…

  7. Lovely share on growing old gracefully ~ I think remembering and holding on to our wild side, even the child in us, will keep us younger ~

  8. Rhonda says:

    This is one of my favorites sfam. brilliant and I love it. I see myself in this and it’s beautiful to be in the company of woman like you.

  9. Awesome write, Susan! Some powerful lines and deep thoughts. Nicely done!

  10. YES! Run in wildness and savor its sum for as long as humanly possible. I so love this poem, dotted with coyotes and owls. Fantastic write!

  11. nelle says:

    Whatever you tackle for subject matter, you nail it.

  12. ha…big yes to running in wildness as long as you can…we’re always fully all we are i think…like the moon is always full, even though we see just parts at times

  13. Reblogged this on Poetry Writers Book Shop and commented:
    Lovely Poetry Voice!! XX

  14. Leo says:

    Lovely Susan. Makes me want to ask, what is the “whole wisdom” and does it preclude one from running in wildness….I guess it does…kinda, as if we can’t have our cake and eat it too? I slept late, my brain isn’t working yet! Leo

  15. Susan – love love love this so much. And tho I haven’t told you, I have been so moved by the wonderful work you have been posting the past few weeks. I go back to re-read again and again. Very moving and beautiful work. K

    • Kathleen–thank you so very much! I really appreciate your comments and reading (even without the comments). Thanks so much for telling me–I am glad the work connects for you.

  16. A fabulous result, Susan. I, too, am in the middle; and I share so many of your experiences and sentiments. Aging is quite the teacher, the refiner, the soother, the definer.

  17. ManicDdaily says:

    Agh – past crone stage here. k.

  18. pinkladybing says:

    wow! i can relate to this big time! i particularly love the last lines-

    “that gray i hide with dye is a blessing,
    but I am unready for that whole wisdom
    and would run in wildness and savor its sum”

    this is an excellent piece! thanks for sharing. 😉

  19. Deep within, inside us, we carry our true selves, deep, unchanging, even when the externals change but inside the true core remains…and the beauty of your poem is that you point us to this essential and universal truth and the paradox of our realities that we change and yet remain unchanged, alive, throbbing, slowing modifying the expressions of that internal throb, but still throbbing and thus very human, man and woman alike! well done, Susan! Forgive my free comment – there is some riot in it, I know!

    • Oh, Noel–please, pretty please riot anywhere in these comments you like–I enjoy the result! I am so there, with that “alive, throbbing, slowing modifying” expression. It is not only personal but a human truth.

  20. You say these words so powerfully and gracefully

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