The temple I am building – a poem

The temple I am building

 

There are no temples I can dance in

And while I glimpse in myth the names

Of women who may once have been

Goddesses of land, I can only guess

At whose temple I should dance

And there is no sacred music for me

And the steps are entirely lost

If they ever existed.

 

There are no temples I can dance in

But I will honour the call of music

With passion embodied. I will dance

The imaginary steps for a nameless Goddess

Wherever I can, I will shake my hips,

Open my thighs, raise my arms in salutation

In spiritual offering, make sacrament

Of rhythm, make sacred the energy

Of limbs and loins.

 

I make temples I can dance in

The width of my open arms

Any tune is my holy ground, any beat

Or song so long as there is sweat

And presence, breath and pulse,

Where there is desire I will build my temple

In the shadowed edge of your stage

In your club, your field, your kitchen

Summon ancient magic

And dance what enchantment I can.

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About Nimue Brown

Druid, author, dreamer, folk enthusiast, parent, wife to the most amazing artist -Tom Brown. Drinker of coffee, maker of puddings. Exploring life as a Pagan, seeking good and meaningful ways to be, struggling with mental health issues and worried about many things. View all posts by Nimue Brown

5 responses to “The temple I am building – a poem

  • karenenneagram

    Lovely, thank you.
    And it reminds me of this, though yours is subtle and powerful in a very different and beautiful way. Still, it reminds me.

    We have come to be danced
    
not the pretty dance
    
not the pretty pretty, pick me, pick me dance

    but the claw our way back into the belly
    
of the sacred, sensual animal dance
    
the unhinged, unplugged, cat is out of its box dance
    
the holding the precious moment in the palms
    
of our hands and feet dance

    We have come to be danced

    not the jiffy booby, shake your booty for him dance
    
but the wring the sadness from our skin dance
    
the blow the chip off our shoulder dance
    
the slap the apology from our posture dance

    We have come to be danced
    
not the monkey see, monkey do dance

    one, two dance like you

    one two three, dance like me dance

    but the grave robber, tomb stalker
    
tearing scabs & scars open dance
    
the rub the rhythm raw against our souls dance

    We have come to be danced

    not the nice invisible, self conscious shuffle
    
but the matted hair flying, voodoo mama

    shaman shakin’ ancient bones dance
    
the strip us from our casings, return our wings

    sharpen our claws & tongues dance
    
the shed dead cells and slip into
    
the luminous skin of love dance

    We have come to be danced
    
not the hold our breath and wallow in the shallow end of the floor dance
    
but the meeting of the trinity: the body, breath & beat dance
    
the shout hallelujah from the top of our thighs dance
    
the mother may I?

    yes you may take 10 giant leaps dance
    
the Olly Olly Oxen Free Free Free dance
    
the everyone can come to our heaven dance
    We have come to be danced
    
where the kingdoms collide
    
in the cathedral of flesh

    to burn back into the light

    to unravel, to play, to fly, to pray
    
to root in skin sanctuary

    We have come to be danced

    WE HAVE COME

    by Jewel Mathieson

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