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