Entries categorized as poetry

The Hymn of a Fat Woman

On February 24, 2011 / By maggi dawn / 3 Comments
All of the saints starved themselves. Not a single fat one. The words “deity” and “diet” must have come from the same Latin root. Those saints must have been thin as knucklebones or shards of stained glass or Christ carved on his cross. Hard as pew seats. Brittle as hair shirts. Women made from bone, like the ribs that protrude from his wasted wooden chest. Women consumed by More...
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The Peace of Wild Things

On March 4, 2010 / By maggi dawn / Comments Off
When despair grows in me and I wake in the middle of the night at the least sound in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be, I go and lie down where the wood drake rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds. I come into the peace of wild things who do More...

iPad iPitaph

On January 28, 2010 / By maggi dawn / 4 Comments
it’s a bit soon for an epitaph…  but Malcolm Guite wittily celebrates the iPad with an iPitaph, noting that as Steve Jobs “…brings the Tablets down from the mountain…” the whole affair is surrounded with religious language. go here to read More...

Let Us Make

On November 20, 2009 / By maggi dawn / 3 Comments
As horsemen fashion horses while they ride, As climbers climb a peak because it is there, As life can be confirmed even in suicide: To make is such.  Let us make.  And set the weather fair. From Autumn Sequel by Louis MacNeice More...

Christmas Poems

On October 8, 2009 / By maggi dawn / 2 Comments
It’s too early for most people to be thinking about Christmas, but forward thinking Clergy will be sketching in their Advent and Christmas services already. (Mine is half done) In the course of writing my current book (to be published next year) I bought this marvellous book of Christmas poems by U A Fanthorpe. It really More...

High Flight

On May 19, 2008 / By maggi dawn / No Comments
I spent large chunks of this weekend at the nearby (and totally brilliant) Duxford air museum.  I’ve been there quite a lot of times in the last couple of years, following my son’s interest in planes, and for his benefit, have paid attention, and tried to remember the difference between one kind of plane and More...
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poems, prayers…

On July 13, 2007 / By maggi dawn / Comments Off
“I don’t know what prayer is, but I do know how to pay attention.” (Mary Oliver, poet) More...
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rest your weeping head on feathers

On February 25, 2007 / By maggi dawn / Comments Off
After worst of weeks she put an endto all her rum•pa•pum•pumming. The tell-tale catatonic stare betrayed an ocean swelling inside of her. Time to rest the heart and stop the mind. The wise and old familiar chairstuffed with words to comfort her. Poor dear… she’s an artist, you see, and was never made for soldiering. More...
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epiphany

On January 23, 2007 / By maggi dawn / 3 Comments
Deep midwinter, the dark centre of the year, Wake, O earth, awake, Out on the hills a star appears, Here lies the way for pilgrim kings, Three magi on an ancient path, Black hours begin their journeyings. Their star has risen in our hearts, Empty thrones, abandoned fears, Out on the hills their journey starts, More...

You do not have to be good…

On January 15, 2007 / By maggi dawn / 5 Comments
You do not have to be good.You do not have to walk on your kneesfor a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.You only have to let the soft animal of your bodylove what it loves.Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.Meanwhile the world goes on.Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles More...
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