The Mythic Life   Leave a comment

We have to make myths of our lives; it is the only way to live them without despair.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        May Sarton

A Mythic Life

you have been crazed with joy
by the collective dips and swirls
of red-winged blackbirds in a blue sky

you have been stilled
by the power of pain
until a new face grew
over your old one

a rattlesnake and a three-headed dog
attacked your best friend
her brown eyes showered glints
of gold for saving her

the color of her eyes
like creamed coffee
almonds and tree bark
or the brown sea shells packed
in a velvet bag of charms
carried at your waist

you birthed three gods
fed and wrapped them warm
covered them with enough light
        dark comes on its own
to make their own myth

you knelt beside beds
of the dying
swallowed their last breath
and all the last breaths
they had swallowed and so on
until ancient roots fill you

you are the hero
of your mythic life
able to carry despair in a skin-covered
pouch with a tight clasp

Mary Strong Jackson


Posted June 4, 2014 by strongjacksonpoet54 in Uncategorized

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