They came like a storm, like black birds
Picking clean my bones,
Breaking, hurting, raping, slashing
Trusts, honours and backs.
They came like a storm
Of red cloaks and red blood,
And forged the lance in my heart:
Out of my tears, out of my hate,
It rose, out the screams of my babes,
My daughters of flowers turned into mud.
They came like a storm,
Flushing the goodness from myself.
And I knelt before the dark goddess
And asked to be made merciless and brave.
No more tears have I shed.
No hesitation has stopped my steps.
I am the queen who will be no slave,
The bringer of the scream,
The painter of the red.
I have become their lighting and their thunder.
The mid-wife of their fears.
I have crushed their spears and howled
The call of war.
I am the lance and I am the sword;
The avenger of chastity turned blood,
Of freedom chained, of broken oaths.
I am she, who teaches terror, to those who brought the storm.
I can’t say I follow any particular tendency or style. I pretty much let my heart sings and copy the notes into the computer, and then play with the sounds and meanings until I feel the poem, idea or musing have taken their own shape and personality. I am originally from Venezuela and have been in the UK for 14 years. I am a writer, poet, blogger, life coach, interfaith-minister, celebrant, language teacher, Domestic Goddess with an edge, Tarot reader, mother to a girl (light of my eyes), a dog, a Guinea pig and five plants, and wife to the most patient man in the world, who sometimes appears in my poetry. I feel very lucky to be multi-racial: Spanish, Nigerian, Native American, Jewish, Italian, Arabic and Finnish. Somehow I think that influences my eclectic style, which flourishes in almost everything I do, from my writing to my cooking. Like everyone I have had my ups and downs. I have experience domestic violence (first hubby) and ridiculously sweet loving (second hubby). I am immigrant and right now I am witnessing the loss of my country (long story) and yet I have been very much welcomed in the UK and have grown to love it very much. I am bipolar, psychotic, suicidal and suffer from psychosomatic epilepsy, which can make life a challenge at times, and, at others, weirdly fun.
I blog at Singing Heart