I take back what you have stolen and in your languages I announce I am now nameless.
My true name is a growl.
Margaret Atwood

4 April 2018

In the Creation: ∞ Beginnings

In the Creation: ∞ Beginnings

On the first day, God called me Whore.

The second night he swore absolution,
named me Mary.

By third base, I was writing in Cyrillic script, so he defaced the walls,
smearing them with plum jam, afraid for the piercing of his wrists,
begging my name, Petulant Wild One.

On the score of the fourth, he bore deeply face-to-face,
cried for his foolish undoing, finger-sore for the trying,
of the failed unraveling, of his thick fisherman's knots,
salt crusting his lips, as he supped out Medusa.

The fifth brought a most wicked twist of flutes and hooves,
as he struck his staff upon the earth,
drinking deeply from the cup of elderberry wine,
as all manners of creatures offered themselves to his plate,
christened me Pan.

By the twilight of the sixth, he rode the river Styx,
conferred with Hades before returning to the cusp,
consulted cosmic maps, reading them back to front,
held against a right angled-mirror,
sighed as he swallowed his pride,
named me MoonChild.

And on the advent of the seventh, he merely shook his head,
took to his bed, offered up one final prayer,
whispered "Hallelujah."


after: Imaginary Garden with Real Toads: April Four: Transformations
and
submitting to Poets United: Midweek Motif: Beginnings




32 comments:

  1. WOW! What a journey this was! Such flight! So imaginative and rich with imagery, this is pretty spectacular.

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  2. this is a wild one, you had me in giggles

    much one...

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    1. coming back to it much later, I too admit, I'm having a rather good laugh myself (for all kinds or peculiar reasons ~ ah the muse was rather impish today)

      thanks for stopping by Gillena
      ๐Ÿƒ Pat

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  3. I'm laughing, though truth to tell, when the male Gods get confused they wield all manner of controls. I prefer how your story ends to how it begins, but the whole week seems plausible for the great ambiguity in which men view women and differently gendered people. Bravo! Your images are out of the ball park.

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    1. thank you so much Susan!

      I let the muse ride wild and just tagged along at her will today, & am just enjoying the hidden aspects and elements, revealing themselves as they will

      ๐ŸƒPat

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  4. some wonderful insight weaved in with some humor and truth...

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  5. This opens with a slap across the patriarchal face and just keeps one getting better. Love this.

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    1. thank you MZ ~ ask of the universe some pointed questions and listen for the answers ~ such was the delivery today

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  6. My apostate heart adores this.

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  7. You sang heaven and earth into being -- this is archly mythical and lavishly poetic. And a much more preferable Genesis to my liking!

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  8. An intense and thoughtful poem, wild and full of both anger and redemption. Very sensual too. Thanks. Really interesting work. K.

    Ps - I am having a very hard time commenting on google blogs right now, so this is my second time - hope it works. K. (Manicddaily)

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    1. thanks for your generous comment K! and thank you for persisting ~ Mercury retrograde is playing havoc in all kinds of ways lately, makes for endless frustrations

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  9. I love the end with "Hallelujah." most and had a hearty laugh, O Wild One :D
    Brilliant.

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  10. I love this... tying it into the whole mythology of the past with the absolute perfect first line that just made me open my mouth... I feel that a creation like this is as plausible as most of the other I have read.

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    1. wow, thanks so much Bjorn, this is a jaw-dropping comment!

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  11. Oh my goodness, Pat, you've ripped a hole in heaven! I love the imagery in:
    'cried for his foolish undoing, finger-sore for the trying,
    of the failed unraveling, of his thick fisherman's knots'
    and the internal rhyme of:
    'By the twilight of the sixth, he rode the river Styx'.
    By the way, my nickname used to be MoonChild! :)

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    1. this is going to stick in my head Kim, thinking of you as MoonChild!
      and wow, what an amazing comment Kim, thank you so much!

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  12. It will take a lot to beat this poem for me - not in terms of it being a competition but in terms of me reading anything else that will be quite so fulfilling. You had me at the first line and did not drop the pace for an instant until the final brilliant word.

    I could only wish for this vision.

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    1. oh Kerry, I'm speechless. And dumbstruck, because your comment is so generous and honest, and I'm also kind of wondering what will happen next, writing wise, with myself here - this was a literal "look up and ask" and the words just poured forth kind of thing ... makes me feel nervous now ... as in, I can be hypercritical with myself
      ๐ŸƒPat

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  13. This is deft and excellent writing, using the common tales we all know in our bones yet creating them anew for the complexity and completeness of the poem's cosmology, the myths it rewinds, and the journey of self it relates. So glad to have met your work--it resonates for me deeply. (I also love the defiant confidence of the voice.)

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    1. thanks so much Joy, your comment is a very high compliment for me, I hold your poetic works in such great estimation and inspiration, and your comments are so honest and full - offering wisdom for the insight in the reading - so thank you.
      ๐ŸƒPat

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  14. I visited and read earlier – but went away again, as I couldn't think of a comment worthy enough of your wonderful words.

    What a delicious journey you write of, of him upstairs and his angst in dealing with that that is womankind, and on the seventh day, his final acceptance of the beauty of his creation.

    If the PC police had been around on the first day, no doubt he would have accepted our equality then, rather than seeing us as an inferior by-product of some geezers rib…

    Anna :o]

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    1. LOL@ the idea of "an inferior by-product of some geezer's rib" - now that is a poem in itself!
      thanks Anna - I appreciate you effort to come back and share a comment - I too often read posts and am sitting, thinking, what can I say, how do I say it? as so much often leaves me feeling a wealth of emotions in the moment, and it's difficult to search out words to share/explain -

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  15. Aw girl, ya got to wear 'em down, get out the hand puppets until they see the light (which is us of course!) You are wicked and clever, you are.

    Btw, trying to sneak a post by me by posting late won't work. I am ever vigilant. :-P

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    1. LOL@ your vigilance! Hey, from what I can tell, the promts are going live at midnight - and for as much as I live for the witching hours, I am usually dead gone to the land of breath, so I'm not "late" posting, just taking care of all kinds of stuff and letting the words/ideas stir-brew in my head before I let them hit the posted page ๐Ÿ˜œ

      but thanks for being vigilant and stopping in despite my tardiness - now I'm gonna go stand in a corner .... and sulk on the new prompt, if it pleases you -
      have a great one
      ๐ŸƒPat

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  16. Been clicking your WordPress link in the lovely comments you leave but it goes nowhere. Backtracked previous prompts and found you.So thanks for the comments firstly and then WoW...This is a sensational piece of writing that journeys here and there through the land of myth to bring us (Men) to the same place of knowing. All we can do head of to bed singing hallelujah ;)

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    1. thanks Paul ~ I appreciate your efforts to find me anyhow, I really need to "clean up" my WP act, but I'm only using the account to reply with ease to those who post on the platform. (I've had a bitch of a time with WP recently, so I've parted company and haven't updated info. because of "stalking" issues too.)
      It's my pleasure to comment on your posts.
      And finally, thanks for your generous comment here - glad you were/are happy to make the journey, not all men are as brave and honest in their willingness, but as it is written, "in the beginning" (tongue in cheek, of course ๐Ÿ˜œ)

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  17. Poured through mansplain inept to arrive by moon. I love dark humor.It is defiant.

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thanks for sharing your thoughts, I greatly appreciate it.