This is a poem I wrote about a year ago. I was with friends, completing a writing exercise based on the phrase "I am" from Starhawk's book Twelve Wild Swans, and related to gender. The idea was to describe yourself without referring to whether you are male or female. (One of my friends wrote a poem with a fun reference to being 'the Incredible Hulk in a thong,' lol.)
I borrowed my animal list from a Druid Animal Oracle reading I had done a few months prior.
Anyway, even though it's not particularly anthropomorphic or descriptive, I thought some of my furry friends might like it. ;-)
I am the sow
stretching my nipples to suckle
ravenously warm soft mouths.
and
I am the bull
running headlong into the meadow
because I glimpsed a crackling movement in the grass
and the earth feels good
packed and pounding under my feet.
I am the bear,
my soft feet soundlessly padding on stone;
tiny cubs trailing behind,
their furry bodies brushing mine.
and
I am the snake,
uncoiling liquid movement;
bathing for now in the warmth of the sun,
transforming into a hard flashing adversary.
I'd prefer not to bite, but I will if I have to.
No one is safe from me, for I am yin and yang.
Not duplicitous, yet not entirely trustworthy.
My boundaries and loyalties
shift and sigh in the fading twilight.
And I love with the fierce hard ball of longing
that gathers in my stomach and pushes up into my throat.
I wait alone under a cold mother moon,
snap my head up to howl and howl bereft cries
against a silent darkness.
And I am the mongrel asleep by the fire.
CAB
2002
I borrowed my animal list from a Druid Animal Oracle reading I had done a few months prior.
Anyway, even though it's not particularly anthropomorphic or descriptive, I thought some of my furry friends might like it. ;-)
I am the sow
stretching my nipples to suckle
ravenously warm soft mouths.
and
I am the bull
running headlong into the meadow
because I glimpsed a crackling movement in the grass
and the earth feels good
packed and pounding under my feet.
I am the bear,
my soft feet soundlessly padding on stone;
tiny cubs trailing behind,
their furry bodies brushing mine.
and
I am the snake,
uncoiling liquid movement;
bathing for now in the warmth of the sun,
transforming into a hard flashing adversary.
I'd prefer not to bite, but I will if I have to.
No one is safe from me, for I am yin and yang.
Not duplicitous, yet not entirely trustworthy.
My boundaries and loyalties
shift and sigh in the fading twilight.
And I love with the fierce hard ball of longing
that gathers in my stomach and pushes up into my throat.
I wait alone under a cold mother moon,
snap my head up to howl and howl bereft cries
against a silent darkness.
And I am the mongrel asleep by the fire.
CAB
2002