Blood Mystery

I was a young girl playing...

I'd been warned away

from that cloudy hole,

but I would not obey.

Silly girl! Down I fell

and pieces of Me shattered, scattered,

icy storm of light

(star fragments slicing through the night!)

My feet were shredded

when I stood in mud

spattering nubile drops of blood,

seeding all living with My giving,

mysterious rain of female pain,

showering Good

(Creation womb-menstruation!)

First Mother fallen, beautiful,

not a wife,

each radiant shattered foot a root

for the Virgin Tree of Life.

(from Mapuche myth)

© Tamara Rasmussen 2018