The Blood Poem by Miss Fairytale

Gifts from our Mother;
Womb, seed and blood
The eternal jewels of creation
And the plentiful cup of knowing.

We are of earth and fire
And the nature to acquire,
We are acrid and sweet
Our blood is the lust of hearts.

From us life is liberated
Within our yawning places
It is shaped, nurtured, created
Brought into existence in honour of the Mother.

We are the personification of Goddess energy
The force of thunder
The swollen light of father Sun,
And we are denied.

Our flesh is conditioned
Our blood is feared
Our spirit is abandoned,
Our power brews within the womb of Earth

Gathering potency
Yearning deeply
To flood, to pour, to drip
As the rich rain of the Ancients did.

The life blood
Which runs down our thighs
Has become dishonoured, blackened.
Our mystery ignored.

The sticky fertility of Woman
Is scorned and cursed upon
The good, pure waters
Are discarded.

We are the precious power
And we shall reign once more,
Our crimson oceans shall lap
Upon our Mother’s shore.


29th August 2005