The following poem just won first place in the 2015 Writer’s Workshop Poetry Contest
*The Grandmothers were hot,
Glowing in the dusky light
Like globes of gold hung by firelight.
No one dared speak,
Even the children, awed,
Mouths open halfway between
Fear and delight, waiting…
Our hands, feet and body shook
Impaled upon hooks of vibration
We could not escape
As we lost all consciousness,
Awakening in the other land.
What would we have wanted
The sphere of Oneness to look like?
A cloud of blue perhaps
Silhouetted against fading pink light
In the west or crisp and white
Like first morning light washed clean
By dark night.
But it is a meadow of tulips
Where wise women sleep
Among the grassy knolls
And dream of the next earthly life.
We were infused with light
As we passed through the portal
Created by the Grandmothers,
Floating through what is no longer time.
Now weary from this wisdom journey
We find paths to take us
Into the forest of this other world
Where all we’ve known resides.
And he will be there—
The one I’ve loved through all time,
He will be there glowing like gold
In the dusky light,
Waiting to follow me
Wherever I go.
*The Grandmothers refers to the Thirteen Indigenous Grandmothers who came together in 2004 to save Mother Earth.
© 2015 Georganne Spruce
A friend who recently read this poem asked me where it came from. I don’t know. It just appeared in my mind one day a couple of years ago, long after I had seen a film on the Thirteen Indigenous Grandmothers. The first line threw me. I thought, “What in the world is this about?” But I’ve learned over time, not to question it but to just let the words flow until they stop.
Awakening to the Poetic Message
The ending was the most surprising of all, but it gave me hope. A serious relationship had ended because we both realized we were not a good fit. Until the last few lines, I just thought the poem was about me growing spiritually and experiencing another, higher dimension, but it was also telling me how to find my soul mate.
Months later, I met the man who is now my husband. Our meeting was very synchronistic and surprising. He is by far the deepest and most loving man I’ve been in a relationship with and a gift beyond my imagination.
So, I am delighted to receive a first prize for this poem for many reasons. It is the first poetry prize I’ve ever won, and I couldn’t be happier.
What blessings have come to you unexpectedly in creative or human forms?
© 2015 Georganne Spruce ZQT4PQ5ZN7F5