A Woman's Gift

We're not supposed to voice our differences,

For fear of fixing each other in stone;

Medusa's shadow is cast upon the wall behind us

as we exchange our gifts;

those ideas and dreams

that we struggle to transform into

living, pulsing, moving entities,

All the time fearing their fragility,

Worrying that they might fragment,

or be disfigured into rigidity.


The female power,

The power that is female,

An energy we have labelled,

Imagining we have identified

All that it is,

Remains hidden deep,

Within the labyrinth,

It's transforming fire

Perpetual light,

Forever flickering,

Through perpetual night.


So here we stand together,

Shifting shadows

on the wall of the cave,

And here is the fire.

And here is my gift.

Feel its weight,

Feel its lightness.

It leaves a space within me,

Carry it with you ever more.