Poem submission by Agatha-Eliza Laposi

[Agatha-Eliza Laposi]

The Cailleach's spell


The snow melts on the top of the mountain
like a drying tear on a warm,
feeverish cheek
leaving some gentle marks,
opening paths
to the rivers that are about
to coil like serpents, and find their way
down, reaching the foot of the mountain...

These tiny rivers join..together they nourish,
together they bring the nothingness
into existence..together
they cradle the soils in their
embrace, with all the motherly love
and together they make the roots,
and the sprouts
grow healthy and stronger
keeping a permanent vigil upon life,
so its ripples may flow endlessly
as the sun breaks the Cailleach's spell
and dissolves the remnants of winter away.

For centuries all we've known were blizzards,
storms and tempests...
obstacles-
but through the harshest winters
we have found a way, and kept
the candle burning for the womankind.
But that kind of winter is almost gone now;
as under its melting blankets of snow
one can see old bones,
new hopes and snowdrops
blooming, marking the places where
all our ancestresses have once rebelled.



The poem is unpublished.