Crone: Thoughts on seeing my roots for the first time in 20 years

It starts innocent:  What color is the hair
I hid for 20 years, first for fashion
and then as a shaytel of dark in a box
I leave on a shelf, unused
for 2 months.

I have gone from maiden
to crone in 60 days:
47 an age for putting aside artifice
for a moment, numbering fine lines
like tree rings, blaming children
for each gray hair instead of thanking them for it.

No one saves the maker of amulets
or the deliverer of curses;
I am no longer a princess needing rescue,
dosed with a darning needle
or tasting the poisoned apple
and am instead the wise woman, the crone
who has no use for glass slippers
because she dances barefoot
on the dark side of the moon.

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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39 Responses to Crone: Thoughts on seeing my roots for the first time in 20 years

  1. Trent Lewin says:

    Wasn’t sure about this one when it started – hair colour? – but loved the way you followed through and ended this. I saw a journey. On the dark side of the moon, people build with pink bricks but can’t see the colour in the night.

    • Damn, I love that, Trent. Building with pink bricks. Shame all that color is wasted. Perhaps they can feel the pink through their palms.

      This little piece was inspired by reading something about the word crone, about how this woman didn’t like it. I love the word. It is scary and powerful.

  2. oneofaclass says:

    from maiden to crone
    and with wisdom thus garnered
    fairy godmother

  3. dance, lady, dance – if you are a crone, then I am a fossil

  4. Alice Keys says:

    Great poem. But pul-eeze! Four-seven ain’t no crone. That hair is a a canvas waiting for new paint. Time to dye it fuscia-pink or baby-chick yellow. Or both. 😉 What would Tina Turner or the Queen Mum do (if she could)? ROCK!

  5. Heartafire says:

    fabulous write!

  6. Leo says:

    Love the poem, Susan. I finally convinced my wife to go natural (I use to dye her hair for her; I’m shameless) and it looks great. I think embracing what’s natural helps anyone mature and become more accepting at whatever age. Leo

  7. BroadBlogs says:

    Congratulations are in order now that you are a crone. Have you done a croning ceremony?

    I truly began to appreciate the Crone when I read “Women who run with the wolves.” Maybe you’ve read that too. If not, you should.

  8. Patricia Chenai Nyandoro says:

    Very Rich.
    Very pregnant with wisdom
    You are a true Crone

  9. nelle says:

    It’s interesting how we reach a point where we embrace ourselves and cast away the bull. It goes smoother for some than others. Me, scorched earth, and at the same age.

  10. Miranda Stone says:

    This is beautiful, Susan! I started going gray ten years ago, in my early twenties. Needless to say, I now have a lot more gray hair. I don’t color my hair, though. I figure, I earned each of those gray hairs, so I might as well be proud of them!

  11. that last stanza is just stellar, Susan!

  12. jmgoyder says:

    From one crone to another, I love this!

  13. Rhonda says:

    I did it, and I’m glad. Nope…nothing to hide. I’ve decided to embrace the silver lining! 😉 welcome to the crone’s club sfam.

  14. Lindy Lee says:

    The seventh decade will carry with it some interesting surprises & disappointments…

  15. goodness dear, I’m older than you and still allude myself ! Breathing pink pulses was my encapsulation ~ Debbie xx

  16. doncarroll says:

    nice…great ending !!

  17. ecasynaman says:

    Makes me excited about growing. Thanks for this beautiful poem. 🙂

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