Circle of the Rose

Blue Whale Song

Star mind
Desire sounding

Vast blue keening
Slicing through mother waters

Circumnavigation of amniotic tides
The end birthing the beginning

Blue whale song
a rhythm unceasing

Marie Elena 1998

Dreaming Back My Sisters

I am dreaming back my sisters
Whisper-worn footfalls

on the Temple steps

Storm dwellers
Heavy-breasted cauldron keepers

Snake sisters
             Darkmoon dancers                                                      
Labyrinth builders
Star bridgers
Fiery-eyed dragon-ryders

Wind seekers
Shape shifters
Corn daughters

Wolf women
Earth stewards
Gentle-handed womb sounders

Dream spinners
Flame leapers
Crone mothers

Come home sisters, come home

Marie Elena 1998


I miss my sisters
Hips heavy in silken skirts
Eyes drawn dark with kohl
Veils slipping from velvet skin

In dance we dreamed as one

Marie Elena

Doorways Of Light

We are singing open doorways of light
Inner dimensions of crystalline harmonics
The echoes of celestial songs
to come

Marie Elena 1994

The Dishtowel

“Oh Karen, look at this

beautiful dish towel.
Go on, I said,

I’ll catch up with you later.”

I wanted the dishtowel
Made from the finest Egyptian cotton, Absorbent, durable
A soft, sunny yellow

Like gentle morning light,

Pouring through a kitchen window
Onto a cloth-covered table,

Filled with lilacs
A corner cupboard for the blue and white Porcelain tea cups

A dish towel means you have a kitchen,
A place of your own that says,

I am safe, I am here
I matter, I am home

I let go of the dish towel,
Left it there on the rack, in the store
I followed Karen quietly out into the rain

I don’t need the dish towel
I don’t have a home

Marie Elena    2016