(Poem) Transformation by Glenys Livingstone

Completely dismantled
            - all the stock taken out of the cupboards.
Strip them bare
            Pull apart my knowings
- rip them open, let the connections be severed.
Expose all the parts, every cell
            to the sunlight
                                    throw away
                                                move it all around
                        mix it, mix it
                                    skim the dross
With mortar and pestle pound Her
Is She mortified sufficiently yet?
Has She seen it all yet?
Pound Her more, take it from Her
Like panning for gold ......
            is there any?
What will be left?
The grit, the metal, the stones
            found at the bottom of the wash
This is the new composition.
Begin composing it now.
Write it, sing it, melt it back together,
            re-Form it, re-Cognize it,
            breath it, dance it.
Let it grow
Praise the Dark One who dismantled you dear
            who took off your robes
            exposed you
She took you apart
- because you lusted to know
Now She has filled your cells,
            your blue print
                        with new possibility
- bled the poison
            emptied the cup
                        that it may be filled.

Glenys Livingstone  December 1995 C.E.

Tomb Priestess