May 12, 2017 Eric Blauer

A Poem: Offerings to Mother

Mother’s Day is a complex day for me, I am surrounded by a great cloud of witnesses that bring honor and horror to the title. I’ve tasted motherhood’s ambrosia and it’s venom, seen the sacred and the profane. Watched mothers heal and hurt, bring to life and put to death. I can’t ever sentimentalize the profound and powerful place mothers have in our lives. I seek not to demonize or canonize but to memorialize the mystery, magic and madness of motherhood.

Offerings to Mother
by Eric Blauer 5/12/17

mother,
maiden of may,
our conjuring season,
spring provokes the archetype,
suppressed paganism emerges,
sacrificing to the ghost,
saint,
or demon,
she who hallows,
haunts
or horrifies,
memories.

mother,
among all the gods,
she rules somewhere,
in pantheons,
or public squares,
Isis,
Kali,
Diana,
Freyja,
Athena,
Mary,
kissed or cursed,
venerated or feared,
we bow…low.

mother,
flesh of our flesh,
bone of our bone,
primordial sea,
from which our consciousness,
was born,
from whom we are,
ever leaving,
ever returning.

mother,
we lay cut flowers at your feet,
bards and minstrels,
sound forth,
praise and portents,
feasting or fasting,
all turn back to her,
from whom we emerged.

mother,
you are I,
I am you,
wombed again together,
forever entombed,
deep in the valley,
of queens.

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Eric Blauer I am barbarian, sage, saint, bard, husband and father. Bow my knee to only One, serve all, ruled by none.

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