(Poem) Herstory Rhyme of Feminine Wilds by Joan Powell

 

published in Women-Church: An Australian Journal of Feminist Studies in Religion, issue #4 Autumn 1989

Ideas for this Herstory Rhyme came from WEBSTER’S FIRST NEW INTERGALACTIC WICKEDARY OF THE ENGLISH LANGUAGE conjured by Mary Daly in cahoots with Jane Caputi.

 

I announce Daly news

I share it with Pride

from the Lunatic Fringe

which spreads far & wide.

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cauldronI’m a brewster who brews

in my cauldron at night

and make magic potions

to take away fright.

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I wriggle and roar

when I leap on my broom

and wantonly fly

in my starry night room.

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I’m a queer crafty Witch

a Wise One who sees

the wasters who harm

the bats and the trees.

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I take up my labrys

and chop through all lies

and lustily laugh

while I flash my Wild Eyes.

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feathers and maskI’m a dangerous Nix,

a Vixen, a Bear

I do daring deeds

with snakes in my hair.

***

I study unlearning

I heal and inspire

I’m a sinister dragon

I breathe words of Fire.

***

I’m a Scold who scalds users

with a Hot boiling Stare.

It is the Hour of Thirteen

coming through Everywhere.

***

Medusa and Ariadne

I’m a Monster, a Nag,

an Ogre outrageous,

as Weird as a Wild Cat

I break open cages.

***

IMG_0013I’m Moon-Wise & Shrewd

a Seer,a Sooth-sayer,

sensing deceptions

I am a truth-sayer.

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I frisk and I frolic

I boundary dance

with finny and furry

as they splash and they prance.

***

_MG_0126And sometimes I meet

with Muses and Sprites;

we nourish ourselves

at our Sacred Sites.

***

We make music that zings

far out to the skies;

the Spelling Bees hum

as harmonies rise.

***

Our words are like birds

in flight or at restIMG_0031

we wake up our sisters

with songs they love best.

***

These songs are angelic,

they draw and they soar –

they are Clues in the Maze;

they Spin from our Core.

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We have a large hammer

for cracking the rules

IMG_0038that damage our lives

and our Terrible Tools.

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The Tools that we treasure

are our Wits and our Rage

they keep us Revolting

to a Venerable Age.

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We are Spinners of Webs

and love to cavort;

we go anticlock-wise

with a horse-laughing snort.

***

Our cloaks are our courage –

a rainbow protectionIMG_0061

they conjure Old Hags

with love and affection.

***

Our ancestral mothers

are Prudes of Deep Passion

unwinding the binding

in hair-raising fashion.

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Now it’s time for a picnic

a snakey parade.IMG_0107

Let’s hop, skip and slither

and get the food made.

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We will go to the beachfront

with animal friends.

They are very good Guides

on spirals and bends.

***

They tumble and scamper,

they crawl and they run.

They come from all over,CatEye

they are ready for fun.

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The wild horses thunder,

they bring some wild cows –

there are crabs and a turtle

echidnas and sows.

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The dolphins and whales

call out as they dive.

Come to Deep water –

you’ll know you’re alive.

***

The jackass is laughing,

brolgas dance up the beach.

Crackpots and Crones know

what these teachers teach.

***

Kookaburra & Water Maiden

We belong to the land,

Her songlines and dreams

We sing up the country,

the forests and streams.

***

Here lives the Goddess

of Wisdom and Love

Well of Divine Grace

the Queen of Above.

***

We remember our Dead

now in Her strong embrace,_MG_0159

We, the Living, are part

of a Powerful Race.

***

RadhaWomb

Woman most Sensuous

the One who gives Birth

the Bread of our Lives

and Blood of our Earth.

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Read Meet Mago Contributor Joan Powell.

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