A pantheon of muses…

From one of my many works-in-progress, Hallowing / Hollowing the Ash.*

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So much to inspire,

    song,

        poetry,

            dance,

                portraiture,

to personify it all would create

        a pantheon

    of muses.

    Their essence,

            the minutae,

when does the inspiration end,

    and the art begin?

© Kerrie McNay, 5/25/08

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I haven’t yet decided which to use- it’s a collection of poems inspired by myths, legends, and various sacred texts, so either could work.

“You are dancing for us…”

Rustling what remains of their skirts, veils,
Juniper and pinion/sycamore show me how
to finish my dance.
Raising my arms, the wind molds me
as it does the trees,
Just so.
You are dancing for us, not them.
Follow us, this way.
If you travel down this path,
we’ll show you how you appear to others,
what you really are,
inside,
to us.
Come back tomorrow, once you’ve passed
through (the mirror of) Tonight,
shimmering twilight lifting the veil
for you to pass,
a little of its magic coming to rest upon
your shoulders.
You can never return home,
but you will find it,
changed,
on the other side.

(c) March 2002

Between Earth and Aerie: A Night in the Land of Faerie

I wrote this after my trip to Prescott, Arizona in March 2002.  I had been asked by Kelly Miller-Lopez of the musical group Woodland to dance at the first Faerieworlds Festival.  I don’t know if there is any archive footage of the performance, but I will always remember every detail in my heart.  I can see Thumb Butte where I finished my choreography the day of the performance.  I can hear the laughter of the children of all ages.  I can feel the smooth stage under my bare feet.  I can taste the salt as I perspired in the heat of the day & stage lights at night, trying hard to convey Grace.  I smell the damp earth when I returned to Thumb Butte, to give thanks for the Dance.  Another journey, another time, all part of the path.

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What brought me here, what is my interest…

Note:  This is my “response” I wrote in my morning pages to a question posed to me recently.  Enjoy…
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What brought me here…
What is my interest…

Soul Balm…

Souls and lips,
Balm to heal,
Hearts to steal,
And soothe,
And mend,
And warm,
With fire,
With soup,
With bread,
To shape,
To rise,
To feel,
The flame,
The tale,
The loss,
The memory,
Once found,
Once discovered,
Once upon a hearth,
Once upon a homestead,
Once upon a life,
Upon a soul,
Upon lips,
Upon all.

 

01/10/2013

 

Lughnasadh + Lammastide…

The bees do not know it is Lughnasadh,
The spider does not know there will be two full moons this month,
The grass does not know that it is Lammastide,
The blackberries do not know they are early,
The goldenrod, ragweed, and pine do not know you are allergic to them,
The beetles do not know you want the berries that grow on the same bramble as the leaves they love,
The apples do not know whether the water they drank in came from your hose or a downpour.
They are,
They do.
The sun does not notice if you watch the clock, or the shadow of a sundial, or simply how full your basket is.
It will shine.
Be.
Do.
Shine.
08/02/2012