Pythian Games

Identity Poem– Matriarchs

Posted in Identity Poems by Lori on March 9th, 2008

Celebration

A winter moon becomes your face,
her ancient grace rising full in your eyes,
with Celtic fire in your veins
and poetry in your heart you sing
songs of pain and jubilee.
Countless women share with you

the obvious brown of mousy hair,
a thin gray streak becomes a road,
a sacred path rising high to your temple.
Your arms upheld in righteous praise,
in salute to women at the well.
No wispy form like an aspen tree

caught in a quickening autumn breeze,
you are an unbending oak, planted strong,
planted deep, tapping the wisdom
of your covenant mothers, roots sunk deep
to God’s wellspring of unending beauty,
a beauty born of dust and watered by tears.

L.Gloyd (c) 1998, 2008

Here are the women whose bloodline has made me strong.  My mother is on the far right.

L. Gloyd (c) 2008

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  1. lorigloyd said, on March 9th, 2008 at 12:37 am

    Comments from the previously posted version:

    It really does provide essential insight to participate and examine those timeless qualities that are passed down from generation to generation.
    –Heather

    How wonderful to have the portraits of strong women and to share them with us and to bring to poetry.– Fran

    Lovely tribute, Lori. The Oak is a wonderful tree.– Monika

    Strong women are so beautiful, inside and out! I also liked the background image & colors. — Kerry

    Lori, such a beautiful poem of strength and power. I’m sure your ancestors are smiling :-) — Genece

    Here’s to unbending oaks! It’s beautiful, Lori. — Jodi

    Oh, Lori, that is so beautiful– Gail

  2. jodhiay said, on March 9th, 2008 at 5:51 pm

    And I still like it! ;)

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