Staring
At idealized images of your Love
I’m searching
Searching for the image, words
To describe the archetype
Of your dismembering embrace
.
The Mother
Quiet, inspiring teacher
Mistress of the inner realms
You
Were not Her
Or rather
You were Her
Reversed
.
Underworld
I seek the card for the Underworld
That of your smoke-shrouded throne
That of what hourly chants of death
Of haze filled raging
Pleas of victimhood
And bloody stomach incisions
Inspired, quietly
In these bones
.
This Mother
My Teacher
Upside down and hanging
Beneath the flowers
Beneath the waters
Beneath the calm, smiling Wand
Dripping in gore, ash
And decaying earth tendrils
Where is this Mother?
Not Death
But not Life
You who inspired, quietly
A passion
An obsession
A mission
To Die
.
The Mother
Mistress of internal Hell realms
The one who inspires
A twisted initiation
Quietly
By the life She “lives”
Surely
There’s a card
For
You?
.
Image credit: “Loki’s Brood” (1905) by Emil Doepler
Letting Go 