"She speaks for her clan" by Dorothy Sullivan |
I feel very comfortable with my Stiletto Gang blogmates, because the Cherokee have traditionally had strong women who shared power with men, who owned the land and houses, who could go to war with the men. Consequently, I tend to look for strength of one kind or another in the women with whom I surround myself. The women with whom I'm friends are women who are comfortable with their own power, rather like my varied pals here in the Stiletto Gang. I write a lot about strong women and women coming into their own. It's part of my heritage and part of my life today.
Like many of us, I don't wear high heels any longer, more interested in comfort and practicality, but I think the symbol of our red stilettos signals the world that on this blog sits the writing of a cadre of kickass women, often read by other kickass women. So here's a poem for all of us and the magic that happens when strong women come together to share their strength and their vulnerabilities.
SHE TAKES HER POWER IN
HER OWN HANDS
and pours it over her
body,
drenching hair and face,
standing in pools of
herself,
dripping excess. She
takes up her power
with strong hands and
holds it close
to her breasts like an
infant, warming it
with her own heat. She
draws her power
around her like a
hand-loomed shawl,
a cloak to keep the wind
out,
pulling it tighter,
tugging and patting it
smooth against the
winter.
She pulls her power from
branches
of dead trees where it
has hung so long
neglected that it has
changed from white to deep
weathered gold. She wraps
her hair
in power like the light
of distant stars,
gleaming through the dark
emptiness
in and around everything.
She lets her power down
into a dank well, down
and down,
clanking against stone
walls, until
she hears the splash, a
little further
to submerge it
completely, then draws it
hand over rubbed-raw
hand, heavy enough
to make her shoulders and
forearms ache
and shudder with strain,
pulls it up
overflowing, her power,
and drinks in deep,
desperate gulps
out of a lifetime of
thirst. She weaves her power
into a web, a cloth, a
shroud, and hangs it
across the night where it
catches the light of stars
and refracts it into a
shining glory,
brighter than the moon
and colder. She holds her
power
in her hands at the top
of the hill
in the top of the tree
where she steps out
onto the air and her
wings
of power buoy her to ride
the thermals
higher and higher toward
the sun,
her new friend.
When she returns,
she folds her power over
and over
into a tiny, dense pellet
to swallow,
feeling its mass sink to
her center
and explode, spreading
throughout to transform
her into something
elemental,
a star,
a mountain,
a river,
a god.
Published in
Heart's Migration (Tia
Chucha Press, 2009)
Linda Rodriguez's Dark Sister: Poems
has just been released. Plotting the Character-Driven Novel,
based on her popular workshop, and The World Is One Place: Native
American Poets Visit the Middle East, an anthology she co-edited,
were published to high praise in 2017. Every Family Doubt,
her fourth mystery novel featuring Cherokee campus police chief,
Skeet Bannion, and Revising the Character-Driven Novel will
be published in 2019. Her three earlier Skeet novels—Every
Hidden Fear, Every Broken Trust, and Every Last
Secret—and her earlier books
of poetry—Skin Hunger
and Heart's Migration—have
received critical recognition and awards, such as St. Martin's
Press/Malice Domestic Best First Novel, International
Latino Book Award, Latina Book Club Best Book of 2014, Midwest Voices
& Visions, Elvira Cordero Cisneros Award, Thorpe Menn Award, and
Ragdale and Macondo fellowships. Her short story, “The Good
Neighbor,” published in the anthology, Kansas City Noir, has
been optioned for film.
Rodriguez is past chair of the AWP
Indigenous Writer’s Caucus, past president of Border Crimes chapter
of Sisters in Crime, founding board member of Latino Writers
Collective and The Writers Place, and a member of International
Thriller Writers, Native Writers Circle of the Americas, Wordcraft
Circle of Native American Writers and Storytellers, and Kansas City
Cherokee Community. Visit her at
http://lindarodriguezwrites.blogspot.com
LOVE today's blog.
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DeleteBeautiful and fierce! <3
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DeleteGreat post. Thanks for the kick start this rainy day.
ReplyDeleteLinda, this post and poem are so beautiful. They remind me of your resilience and tenacity. Thank you!
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Wonderful images, dear Linda.
Power to the people.
Power to the women!
Thank you, Kay. Power to all of us--we have it, so let's use it.
DeleteAs usual, your post kicked ass. I love you, Linda.
ReplyDeleteLove you, too, hermana!
DeleteThank you, Paula, you kickass woman!
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