I Will Not Sell My Soul

My journey on the path of feminism, the goddess and women studies started decades ago. Poetry has often been an outlet of expression for me, since I was a child. The following is a piece from my journals expressing my thoughts on the divine feminine and my rights as a woman to be free

DivinefeminineLMBI will not sell my soul
To the Devil
Because,
As a woman
I am not free
To be me;
I will fight for my honor,
The freedom
To be me.
I will not hide who I am,
Change my dress,
Or my ways;
I am woman,
I was born free,
Free
To be me.
I will not watch what I say,
How I speak,
Or to whom;
I will fight for my honor,
The freedom
To be me.
I will not inhibit my sensual self,
Squelch my desires,
Deny my lusts;
I am woman,
I was born free,
Free
To be me.
Hear me now
You who be that devil,
Who wants to take
Hold of me;
I am woman,
I was born free,
Free
To be me.

Poetry: I Will Not Sell My Soul ~ © Pamela Leavey

Art: Divine Feminine by Lisa Marquis-Bradbury ©

Ode to the Whip-poor-will: When Darkness Falls

As a small child living in rural Massachusetts on summer nights, I would fall asleep to the call of the Eastern Whip-poor-will. When Darkness Falls is my ode to the climate change endangered Whip-poor-will…

Whip-poor-will_flying_AudubonWhen darkness falls
And the night is still,
I think of the lonely Whip-poor-will
Who calls his name out
To the night
Like longing plea to end his plight.
Yet who’s to say his cry be right
For he alone does know his cry
What voice he speak
I only can try
To listen deeply in the still
To know what be the Mighty will
And yet I long to hear
His mournful plea
To answer yet the plea
Of mine own heart
When darkness falls
And the night is still
I think of the lonely Whip-poor-will.
~ © Pamela Leavey

From Audubon on the Eastern Whip-poor-will:

The Eastern Whip-poor-will is strictly nocturnal and stays hidden for the most of the day, only coming out in the evening to forage for insects. It’s most active in the dim light of dawn and dusk, but may continue foraging all night if the moon is bright enough. During the breeding season, it lays its eggs directly on the forest floor, where the parents take turns incubating them. Mostly a solitary creature, the bird spends most of its resting time perched motionless and alone in low-hanging branches.

I Will Not Die, Nor Wither On the Vine

I will not diepinkroses
Nor wither on the vine,
With out you
In my life;
For I am like a rose
That shall bloom
Forever in the light.
I will not mourn
Forever the passing,
Of your touch
Upon my soul;
For I am like a star
That shall shine
Forever in the night.
I will not wake at
At daybreak,
And wish to hear
Your gentle voice;
For I am like the sun
That shall glow
Forever with all my might.

Quote of the Day: W.B. Yeats

I often imagine there are faeries as I walk through the woods and fields or along the rivers and streams. The fae folk show themselves to those who believe…

“Faeries, come take me out of this dull world,
For I would ride with you upon the wind,
Run on the top of the dishevelled tide,
And dance upon the mountains like a flame.”
― W.B. Yeats, The Land of Heart’s Desire

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