Sometimes A Wild Goddess... Terhi and Taki'h
Sometimes a wild Goddess pays a visit...
She is spontaneous and does not know the ways
Of inhibition, politeness or manners.
Her voice makes nectar from vinegar.
When the wild Goddess arrives at the door,
You will probably yearn for her.
She reminds you of your dark roots
Where you visit each night in your dreams
But of what you have never been able to share.
She will not ring the doorbell.
Instead she blows the door open
Leaving hinges singing of her glory,
As butterfly orchids giggle and play
In the bloody pool on her feet.
You do not know if you want to let her in
You are very busy.
It is late, or early, and besides…
You can not look at her straight
And she makes you want to laugh mindlessly and wet yourself.
The cat purrs.
The wild Goddess purrs back,
Scratching her ear.
The cat makes the figure 8 rubbing against her ankles
And leads her in.
The wild Goddess is in your kitchen.
Alchemilla is taking over your cupboard;
Yarrow has replaced the curtains
And magpies have begun to sing
An ancient song through the hands of your wall clock.
‘I haven't much,’ you say
And give her the best of your food.
She sits at the table, demanding.
She spits out larvae.
There are foetus in her eyes.
When your husband calls down,
You close the door and
Tell him it’s fine.
He wouldn’t want to see
The unsual guest at your table.
The wild Goddess asks for blood
And you pour a glass for her,
Then a glass for yourself.
Three snakes begin to slither up from your coccyx.
You scream.
Oh, deepest darkness.
Oh, eternal life force.
Oh, endless cycles of death and birth.
Oh, miracle of surrender.
Oh, the ecstatic dance of it all.
You scream again,
Vomit the snakes and
Double up the blood,
Wondering how you got so old
And lost your passion and wisdom.
The wild Goddess reaches into a bag
Made of mucosa and skin.
She pulls out a chalice,
Raises an eyebrow
And all the nightingales begin to sing.
Bats leap into your eyes.
Seeds sprout from the darkness.
Snakes dance between your tailbone and sacrum.
Upstairs your husband both raptures and whimpers at once.
The wild Goddess dances with your cat.
You dance with the swans.
A black Jaguar pulls up a stool
An owl leaps from chair to chair.
In the distance, long gone wise women rise from their tombs.
Ancient blood flows through the fields.
Everyone is chanting magical songs in their dreams.
The surrounding forest muffles the sounds of laughter, pain and madness.
In the middle of the dance,
The house sinks down into the ground.
Through the soil and the rocks
Old tree roots burst through the windows
Until it is embedded on the banks of the neverending river.
Whose blood red shores seap through the cracks throughout the house.
The wild Goddess points to your groin.
You are bleeding heavily.
As you have always been and always will,
Even before you were born.
There is a dragon in the womb.
‘Why did you leave me behind?’
Asks the wild Goddess and you say:
‘I was busy searching. I didn't know how.
I'm sorry.’
Listen to them:
The fire in your heart
The dark in your veins
The cobra, the panther, the eagle
The great lasivious beasts
In your base, in your crotch, in your belly, in your throat…
There is a cacophony of void.
A harmony of dissent.
The wild Goddess crouches down and squats,
You wake up in the fetal position holding the chalice,
In a pile of blood, with a handful of white hair.
Your cat is purring on the warm hearth.
Your husband is snoring, far above.
You taste the salt of your own tears.
Your throat aches from roaring, or crying.
A black dragon is sitting by the fire.
Sometimes a wild Goddess pays a visit.
She is spontaneous and does not know the ways
Of inhibition, politeness or manners.
Her voice makes nectar from vinegar.
And makes dying part of living."
Retold after Tom Hirons - writer and storyteller - Tom's book, Sometimes a Wild God, which contains this and many other fine examples of his wordsmithing, available via this link ---> http://shop.hedgespoken.org/products/sometimes-a-wild-god
Terhi 42, and Taki'h, 44, Finland