Author Archives: Mare Martell

Equinox

Where once the grass is flooded green

now the colors changed the scene

the sky is gray the air is chill

flowers no longer on my windowsill

Queen Anne’s Lace or dead daisies smiling

thistle spurned their purple beguiling.

The cornflowers nod their tired heads

getting ready for Winters bed

Goldenrod has turned to Green

to match the seasons changing scene

Fairy circles closing ranks

singing hymns of praise and thanks

Blessed am I to shiver the chill

As autumnal turns the spinning wheel

That Never Was

I spent my life grieving “The child that never was”.

Rarely allowing, myself, a moniker of love

The betrayal of trust is the haunt of one’s nights

Ill-conceived approval, the destruction of rights

“Woulda!”, “Coulda!”, “Shoulda!” the resounding call

Destiny changed course, within the demon’s maw

Every Day Magic

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Finding a close parking spot when you’re tired or sore

Being the open face someone needs to tell secrets to on a bus, in the grocery, in a bathroom stall

Arriving on time no matter how far you’re running behind

Seeing omens in everyday items and heeding them

Showing up in an empty store and watch the people magnet to it while the confused staff has to hustle to catch up.

Having just enough stamps

Never missing a bus

Hitting an airline connection just right so there is no layover after all

Invisibility (Linda Looney)

I am an invisible person.

I’m sure you’ll disagree

But you’ve been well versed in

How to visualize me.

Maybe scorch-eye my belly

Disapprove my thickened thighs

Look down your nose at me ready

to allow me to be humanized

then possibly you’ll witness me

Become familiar and un-stigmatized

Homing Sister

Sister, the wildflowers have grown tall in what once were ruts

tracing our roots back to our Goddess time bleeding

a dog path racing our boots back to the first greeting

Surprised at the ease of our friendship, I noticed

The wild grass has grown tall in what once bore dust

Weaving our roots together intimately intriguing

Spiritual Bath

Perfumed purification

anointed my skin

fragrant with absolution

My brethren

Blessed sisters;

Heart-bound lovers

Spirit-kin

My blood baptized

in the cistern of love

Forgiven to be human

The elation of redemption

damp against my brow

Dancing in broad circles

Breathless with abandon

the release of blissful beauty

For Granted

Cereal

The process of living:

retrieving the cereal from the pantry

The simple pouring of the cereal

into a bowl from the cupboard

with milk from the fridge

with a spoon from the drawer

pulling out my chair with the extra cushion

lifting my spoon from the bowl with a bite of crunch

Automatic conveyance without mindful grip

relaxing into the sensations of living, breathe in

hold and exhale gently while ingesting energy

Setting the spoon to ceramic bowl clanking glassily

DISTRACTION

lifting my spoon from the bowl with a bite of crunch

Where you are

You’re in the dark of night

You’re in the waking morn

You’re in the still and silence

You’re in the raging storm

You’re in the faces that I see

The ones That all look back at me

You’re in the lakes and rivers

You’re in the roiling sea

You’re the purple smoky mountains

You’re the very air I breathe

You’re a dream of love delivered

You’re a heart, a part of me.

Obedient Dogs

I get patted on the head,

“There, there, who’s the good girl?”

Happy am I to take less care,

be less of a pest,

than the obedient dogs that sit at master’s feet

But I’m the one who pisses on the rug

“That rug really tied the room together.”

then lies about the puddle

So I’ve been shown by nosy newspapers

“This aggression will not stand, man.”