Ocean Mother
Wrap me up in your long arms
Dragging me under
Stroking my hair
As we drown within
Drawing up deep
Snuffling the sand
Burrowing in
Back and within
Without
Helpless and captured
I am nothing but yours
Arms over arm
Mine over yours
A writhing mass
Interlocked and seething
Here I am
There you are
We and me
You in me
Ripping aside the dreams
The facades
It took me so long to build up
Tearing away brick by brick
Every single wall
All those lifetimes
It took to them build
Here I am
Ink in my throat
Frozen as we move along
In the free flow of the abyss
Sucked along
Spiralling as we go
Inside and outside
Further out to go
Meandering ever inward
Ever onward
Hearts beating nearly one
Completely undone
I am utterly enveloped
Devoured my soul
And lost
Found
Cast aside
My marrow has been sparked
Drawn forth
Set accursed and aflame
Banished from sight and hearing
Pulled ever on, ever in
Moving.
Always moving
Between one level and the next
And in between yet again
Through wet and dry
And ice and sand
The volcanic graves
Bursting forth from within
Shoving me inside the cave
To throw me out
The bright light of the sun
Blinding
As I swallow down the Moon
Expelling the salt
The chaff
And moving on and on and on
Again and again
Aching to feel your touch
To know your strength
Teacher fellow mother
Harken unto the darkest call
And set me free
And freeing me
Enslave me
With the knowledge
As well as the testing
There to always be
Burned alive
Buried alive
Swallowed whole
And I am nothing
More
Than ever I could be
With you
Glowing and working
Moving
Inside of me
written by Raven TK
http://onthewrongsideofthemirror.wordpress.com/
Being tatood must be quite an experience.
Vi
woodnymph
June 28, 2008 at 2:15 pm
Another strong story – love “ink in my throat”, “marrow has been sparked” – a visceral poem indeed!
Kerry
June 28, 2008 at 3:58 pm
What’s so strange is the week before I had this tattoo done-it’s of a blue-ring octopus-I did some research on tattoos and tattooing–and there are these pictures of Celts in full body tattoos from hundreds of years ago–and all I could think was–I am dedicated to the spiritual aspects of my tattoos but these men were dedicated far more than I could ever be. Full-body intricate Celtic knot-work–and I mean full body–it was actually a very humbling thing to see–and inspiring–given the meaning of the various knot-work–to think of what those men endured in order to have those tattoos done!
for some reason my octopus has really developed a life and a mind of her own it seems–she’s the first tattoo I have gotten that I was compelled so to write about–or called ’she’ or anything of this nature–and thus far she has been bringing great things into my life–and I hope she continues to do so –
very powerful indeed-on so many levels
Raven
July 1, 2008 at 9:12 pm