Imbolc

[rowens]

                            Imbolc



Sun, already,
what more vital?
Trees already crowned
with canopies of stars,
a parasol floating in voids,
attached at the heart.

It was the son who spoke of bread
and forsakenness, in the land of fathers,
the Father's more.
That fishy plenty.
What leads to spring, death, 
an entire Earth, compass, cross and rose.

Her nature is spiral.
Bread and loneliness are
the transparent sea of her womb, outside
is imagination home, nomadic,
every tissue a coarse and bloody script.

Send no more to sea or space,
the Sun of all universes 
beats her light-heavy brow.
Below thought and above 
the belly of her infinitude and ruin
are breasts, twin peaks which sweat
the setting suns.

Dawn's first light is not the god of her poetry,
nor do dark antlers regionalize her knighted woods.
No queen of space age.
Before, after nor in-between. 
She is the Figure of herself,
and needs no form of worship.

[Mark A Becker]

Hey rowens-

Now I know what Imbolc is, so thanks for that.  Timely, too, because it's just around the corner.

Intriguing imagery throughout:

Trees already crowned
with canopies of stars,

an entire Earth, compass, cross and rose.

Her nature is spiral.
Bread and loneliness are
the transparent sea of her womb

nomadic,
every tissue a coarse and bloody script.

Below thought and above
the belly of her infinitude and ruin
are breasts, twin peaks which sweat
the setting suns.

[rowens]

Someone could easily attack canopies of stars as cliche. But the plural and the word 'already' make it less easy. Plus, a canopy of stars is actually what the goddess is crowned with in my mythos. A canopy of stars, and many canopies and many universes or things that there are no words for.

I went through the poems I've been writing lately making the specialized words lowercase. I made 'imagination' lowercase, though it's not exactly any generic sense of the word that I'm using in this series of poems. Generic as possible though. Words with special, and appropriated allusive, value, such as Imagination, Immanence and Realms are part of the on-going machinery of the mythos.

I'm using the theme of getting rid of themes and methods as the method in writing these poems. The poems are exploding from the tension of that task.

[TranquillityBase]

For me, the second stanza is an intrusion and a confusing one.  If I read the poem without it, I understand it as a piece, and a beauitiful one.  But that second stanza seems unrelated to your central figure and seems almost encrypted.

[rowens]

The second stanza is there for the benefit of people who say my poetry doesn't make any sense.
There is a Goddess. She is in all my poems and writings. Who is she? What is she? People get entangled in religious and philosophical and cultural questions.
This Goddess needs no sacrifice. Everything is sacrifice.
But it is encrypted. It can stay with you. As can my other writings on the subject of IT.
If that is the IT of this poem, I'll cross it out. Cross out the I, you're left with t. Put the t in front of the i, you have the World.
The goddess exists because I love her. I exist because she does. Cross out the I, and there is only World.
So, she is a goddess of love and war. Love and agon. Flow and force. Cross out the Because, and you have the acausal world I'm celebrating. There I am 
again.
Caught in the double's thread.
More demonic words.

I've recently written poems on all the things I've here mentioned above.

[Mark A Becker]

Hey rowens-

Since yours alludes to midwinter, it brought to mind the first verse of this one, for me, at least:

In the Bleak Midwinter
by Christina Rossetti, 1872

In the bleak midwinter
Frosty wind made moan
Earth stood hard as iron
Water like a stone
Snow had fallen
Snow on snow on snow
In the bleak midwinter
Long, long ago

[rowens]

A green book of Christina Rossetti on my bed amongst the stacks,
they slide from under or topple over on me in my sleep.
That green, hardback book I stole from the library years ago,
it's surfacing on these cold winter nights.
I throw it to the top of the stack.