HaGgard into the Mist

On October 13, 2014 By dancingpalmtreesIn Banshee, Crone, Hag2 Comments

HaGgard into the Mist

Unkempt and Disheveled I emerge from my Hot shower looking like an African version of the Irish Banshee. If I stopped coloring my wild woolly riotous mane it’s changing vivid Red hues it would regress to its natural white state and along with accompanying screams from my arthritic joints I could become the daytime version of the Wailing Woman spirit. With every crack, creak, pop and snap of pain points in back, knees and ankles I shamble my way towards Cronehood. Aging rapidly before my time hobbling into the oncoming week which slams into me like a tractor trailer truck on a dark misty slick road. I’d do well as one of many Female apparitions in Shakespeare’s plays. Whose dreams shall I haunt tonight?

If I am the Answer, then What is the Question?

On October 12, 2014 By dancingpalmtreesIn Uncategorized1 Comment

If I am the Answer, then what is the Question?
Secrets held so close inside. Mysteries with no Solution.
Riddles that can never be solved.
The Face I present to the public is not the one I see in Private Moments alone.
I remain a Beautiful Enigma who can never be truly known.

Any Size Mirror is Judgment

On October 11, 2014 By dancingpalmtreesIn Armor, Broken Hearts, Crushed, Memories, Mirror, Powder3 Comments

Any Size Mirror is Judgment

Crushed to Powder ~ I want to pull myself inside out…….to avoid notice, I want to hide even from friends and allies.

I want to disappear from the world.

I want to erase all the hurt, pain and sorrowful memories from my mind.

My armor is weak. I have no defense. Layers of trauma enfold my Life so that I may never return to my former self. Yet I wear the Happy Face. I pretend for the benefit of those who have eyes but cannot see.

When can I be real? I grab for the ghosts of my parents. Their embrace still warm upon my skin. Yet memories rekindled fade into nothingness…Like trying to pick up a dream after awakening.

One cannot undo scrambled eggs nor can all my broken pieces ever fit together again. Some are scattered to the four winds. Others are crushed into dust. Most are lost never to be regained. One day the Phoenix will rise again and take Her place among the Ruling Goddesses.