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In the woods behind my house rest a collection of nine large flat rocks. Daily, I walk down to these “priestess rocks” for some sacred time alone to pray, meditate, consider, and be. Often, while in this space, I open my mouth and poetry comes out. I’ve come to see this experience as "theapoetics"—experiencing the Goddess through direct “revelation,” framed in language. As Stanley Hopper originally described in the 1970’s, it is possible to “…replace theology, the rationalistic interpretation of belief, with theopoetics, finding God[dess] through poetry and fiction, which neither wither before modern science nor conflict with the complexity of what we know now to be the self.” Theapoetics might also be described, “as a means of engaging language and perception in such a way that one enters into a radical relation with the divine, the other, and the creation in which all occurs.”

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Poem: Eclipse

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In the early hours of night-morning,
I am summoned
by the eclipsing moon, b2ap3_thumbnail_black-and-white-twinkle-goddess.jpg
waking suddenly
with a sense of delight bubbling
behind my breastbone.
My heart is beating fast
and a sense of wild, anticipatory glee
fizzes in my bones.
My feet are cold on
fine sparkles of frost
as I gaze upward,
hand against my heart
at the crescent of full moon.
I hear a noise behind me
and turn to see
the white flashes of two deer
in the woods.
They move only a few feet away
and then stand there,
dark and silent watching me.
I kiss my hand
and lift it to the moon three times.
Orion is leaning on the rooftop
and the sky is alive with stars.
I am a priestess on a spinning Earth
in the temple of night,
my body an altar beneath
a shadowed moon.
My breaths are an offering,
my heartbeat a song of praise,
in this,
a rite of resetting.
I return to my bed
and lie there
for a long time,
eyes bright,
listening to star song,
kept awake by poems.

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Molly has been “gathering the women” to circle, sing, celebrate, and share since 2008. She plans and facilitates women’s circles, Red Tents, seasonal retreats and rituals, Pink Tent mother-daughter circles, and family ceremonies from her tiny temple space in rural Missouri and teaches online courses in Red Tent facilitation and Practical Priestessing.

Molly is a priestess who holds MSW, M.Div, and D.Min degrees. She finished her dissertation about contemporary priestessing in the U.S. She is the author of Womanrunes, Earthprayer, and The Red Tent Resource Kit. Molly and and her husband Mark co-create Story Goddesses, original goddess sculptures, mini goddesses, pendants, and ceremony kits at Brigid’s Grove (http://brigidsgrove.com), where they also publish Womanrunes book and deck sets.

Comments

  • Jamie
    Jamie Saturday, 20 November 2021

    Molly,

    Seemingly randomly, I recently woke up at 4:30AM (where I live) to see the eclipse at near-totality.

    I took it as a sign from Hekate-Artemis-Selene and gave thanks to Her, using the same ritual gesture you did. Then I went back to bed for another hour.

    The poem was wonderful. The cherry on top, was that you saw Her sacred deer during the eclipse. I would absolutely have taken that as a sign of Her presence with you. Praise be to the Goddess!

    Thanks for sharing. Great stuff.

  • Molly
    Molly Monday, 22 November 2021

    That is so neat! Thanks for telling me about it!

  • Steven Posch
    Steven Posch Sunday, 21 November 2021

    Where does poetry end and storytelling begin?

    Wherever that may be, Molly, you've made the fleeting lasting, in a beauty way. Thanks.

  • Molly
    Molly Monday, 22 November 2021

    Good question! My poems do tell stories and I actually often find that I can either strip an essay back to a poem OR I can extend a poem out until it becomes an essay. Thanks for reading and for commenting.

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