Celebrating International Womens’ Day – Balance for better – and some poetry news đź’›

This morning, I was delighted to receive a copy of the latest Sarasvati magazine, with its beautiful cover and filled with poetry. Some of that poetry is mine, from my latest book Hearth and I am very pleased to be included. Many thanks to Indigo Dreams Publishing and editor Dawn Bauling.

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Hearth is available from me or http://www.culturedllama.co.uk/

Sarasvati from http://www.indigodreams.co.uk

Here’s a poem from Sarasvati, chosen from Hearth and offered here for International Womens’ Day:

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When his mother died, Seamus Heaney

wrote a poem about folding a sheet with her.

 

So many days I have lifted sheets

from the line with my own mother.

 

She taught me the way of folding.

Together we would dance to and fro,

 

handing the cloth to her as she made

the final fold, a pat and sigh,

 

that slight smile to meet my eye,

then on to the next.

 

I never wanted it to end.

 

Rose Cook

 

 

 

The year turns…

The Year

Ella Wheeler Wilcox, 18501919

What can be said in New Year rhymes,
That’s not been said a thousand times?

The new years come, the old years go,
We know we dream, we dream we know.

We rise up laughing with the light,
We lie down weeping with the night.

We hug the world until it stings,
We curse it then and sigh for wings.

We live, we love, we woo, we wed,
We wreathe our brides, we sheet our dead.

We laugh, we weep, we hope, we fear,
And that’s the burden of the year.

 

photo Rose Cook

Mothers, daughters…International Womens’ Day đź§ˇ

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Moon for Our Daughters       by Annie Finch

 

Moon that is linking our daughters’
Choices, and still more beginnings,
Threaded alive with our shadows,

These are our bodies’ own voices,
Powers of each of our bodies,
Threading, unbroken, begetting

Flowers from each of our bodies.
These are our spiraling borders
Carrying on your beginnings,

Chaining through shadows to daughters,
Moving beyond our beginnings,
Moon of our daughters, and mothers.

 

photo Rose Cook