While filing some papers away this morning, I came across a poem that I wrote about Karen Godfrey‘s painting, Golden Hair. I wrote it in a summer poetry class I took with the Franciscan Nuns through the Lowell Area Arts Council after my senior year of high school. The LAAC decided to publish it alongside a picture of Godfrey’s painting in their newsletter, so it was technically the first piece of writing I ever had published. I was very into Celtic Paganism in high school. Even though it’s been twelve years now, I can still relate to the yearning of that eighteen-year-old girl, and I am still a lover of ekphrastic writing.
G O I N G B A C K T O T H E E A R T H
O great Mother,
Lift my spirit higher.
Give these bronze strands wings,
Surround me with your presence—
Let me lie here in reverance,
Soaking up the wet of the Earth,
Breathing in life from your oxygen,
Grasping strength from your roots.
Let me know your existence—
O wise Mother, D’anu,
O Pagan spirit,
Sing of a time long ago
Goddess of the Earth
Let me feel at peace.
June 28, 2003