​​​Creation

Dream woman
Smile at me
An ancient memory
Collaboration of
Stars and dust
Melting into form
A space between 
Silent footnote 
Wake to embrace
The fullness not left
For a taste 
The tingle
I can not 
Touch
Gives way to
Swollen rivers 
Holding the thickness 
Of my thighs 
Like trunks 
Unmovable 
Rushing waters
Create a song
That awakes 
The trees
Weaving fingers 
Cascade through 
Flowing threads
Birthing 
Magnetic fields
In the palms 
Of my hands
The birds 
A cue to sing
Melody wrap
Your arms
Like branches 
Bending gently 
In the breeze
Creating a song 
That fills the stillness 
Of this space
The blades of grass
Flow around your body 
As my feet 
Plant in fertile earth
Moving deeper 
Seedlings begin 
To take root
Arched in the light
Of the shadowy moon
Melodies 
Spill off my breast
Making their way 
Back to birth
Denseness of the forest
Beats the rhythm 
Deep inside my belly
Taking my breath
The seer
The sage
The medicine of creation 
Running through my veins 
Giving way to 
Primal hearts
Weaving its way 
Back to ancient bliss

Rhonda Skinner 2023


I wrote this poem while waiting for a friend. I wanting to write a poem about a digital collage I made but it was clear the poem was about Danu, a painting I did years ago. Danu is an Earth Mother goddess in Celtic tradition. She is thought to be the most ancient and is the mother of the Irish gods. She is both nurturing mother goddess and a powerful warrior goddess. This mist is thought to be a loving embrace from Danu.

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