A New Poem: The Lake and the Turbines

In a recent training with Deena Metzger, one of my friends told a story about going on a retreat near Lake Erie and being dismayed by seeing turbines around the lake.  Deena then said something that has stayed with me:  The lake has to live with it.  It can't leave.  

She went on to say that it's impossible to hold the awareness of what colonial mind has wrought, and yet we must hold it.  To revision things, we must move into a different mind.

And so, this poem:

Glowing red

in the night sky,

the turbines’

hellish light

reflects in

the calm waters

of the winter lake

that can never escape

their intrusion.

The lake must bear

what pollutes it.

We can walk away,

leave the fiendish glow,

but we still

carry its shadow

with us.

Lake Erie at night

The Earth Was Given

Just back from an intensive with Deena Metzger in Topanga Canyon.  It was a most extraordinary, heart-wrenching week with a wonderful group of people. 

Several poems came while I was there.  Here's one of them:

This earth was given.

Not to us.

It was not given to us,

It was just given,

Life arising out of itself,

Blazing forth,

Blossoming forth,

Birthed into being

For its own sake.

We are such fools

To think we own it,

Control it,

Master it,

As if it were here

For us and us alone.

No, it is here

Because it is here.

It is glorious because

It can be,

Generous because

That is its nature,

Beautiful because there is

No other way for it to be.

This earth was given,

As we were given.

And the only way

to be together

Is for us

To bow down.

The Secrets of Elders

I've been working on another exercise from Writing for Your Life; it involves a fairy tale that enchanted one as a child.  There were several I could think of, but The Twelve Dancing Princesses was the first one that leaped into my mind.  So, off I went down the secret staircase and through the trees with leaves of gold, silver and diamonds.  (If you don't know or remember the story and want to read it, you can find a version here.)

Deena Metzger has a number of suggestions for working with the story.  I've imagined it from the point of view of the youngest daughter and from that of the old woman in the woods.  I've considered the deeper meanings of the story, what initiations it implies, and what the props of the tale might indicate.  It has been intriguing, as I've never truly considered the significance of the story.  What is most compelling to me is the figure of the old woman.  Why would she help the soldier become the next king?  How does she just happen to have a cloak of invisibility to bestow, and how does she know where the princesses go at night?

I began to see her very much as I see Gaia in the Persephone story.  Gaia creates the  fascinating flower for Hades as the means for him to capture the young goddess  Why would Gaia do that?  In all my studies of the myth, I never found an explanation for this, so I came up with one of my own.  Gaia saw the big picture.  She understood that Persephone needed to be in the underworld, and so she helped get her there.  This is far from a sentimental decision, but rather one that will cause great suffering.  However, it is ultimately necessary, and it places Perephone (who was originally an underworld goddess before the patriarchal culture took over) where she belongs.

So, I see the old woman of the woods as a Gaia-like figure.  Perhaps the kingdom, which has recently been at war, needs the wounded and experienced soldier to be the next king, rather than another uninitiated and privileged young prince.  Perhaps the princesses need to grow up.  Could they really go on dancing their shoes off every night forever?  Still, it is sad to see the end of their time in the magical world under the earth, as it is sad to see the innocent Persephone dragged down to her darker underworld.

If you've been reading this blog for a while, you know I've been dwelling quite a bit on issues of aging.  The old woman archetype has been and continues to be important to me.  May Sarton's poem When a Woman Feels Alone has been working me for a few years now.  Strength, laughter, endurance - these are the words of wisdom from the old woman.  Here is my take on why we need her:

There is an initiation

you must receive if

you wish to know

the secrets of elders,

but few have received it,

so you must ask the right ones.

What they tell you

will make your walk into

old age bearable.

I cannot tell you the secret,

but I can say this:

Seek that initiation and

you will lose your fear.

May we all ask the right ones and get that initiation!