At the Root

There is a pain in my chest

Across my heart

And lungs

As big as

A mountain

Hard to climb

Hard to breath

At the top

A black tree

Shuddering and creaking

What is at the root of this?

I wonder

I hold you like my child

You do not speak

You only cry and scream

Shhh, I tell her, there, there

It will be alright,

I hope

Baba Yaga

In honor of Dr. Clarissa Pinkola Estes who I had the pleasure of seeing yesterday...

(as soon as my piano is tuned i will post the song)

i need a hairy woman

with a few extra pounds

a very old woman

who hobbles around

in a house

with chicken feet

in a yard covered in bone

i need a witchy bitchy woman

cause she knows

what's going down

Baba Yaga can you light my fire?

Baba Yaga can you light my fire?

cuz my light has gone out

and i've lost my mother

my light has gone out

and the world is cruel

my light has gone out

and i need another

even the evergreen branches scratch my skin

am i leaving or returning again

all i need is a thought a word a seed

cuz i can't see the moon

Baba Yaga can you light my fire?

Baba Yaga can you light my fire?