These potent words written by Wyndreth Berginsdottir (Karen Unrein Kahan) speak so clearly to my heart ~ of mother’s and daughter’s yes, but also of our inherent connection to Mother Earth, to the Divine Feminine and Great Mother.
May we honor that connection with words, songs, dreams, actions and unconditional love.
I Am My Mother’s Savage Daughter
I am my mother’s savage daughter, The one who runs barefoot, cursing sharp stones. I am my mother’s savage daughter, I will not cut my hair, I will not lower my voice. My mother’s child is a savage. She looks for her omens in the colors of stones, In the faces of cats, In the fall of feathers, In the dancing of fire and the curve of old bones.
My mother’s child dances in darkness, And she sings heathen songs by the light of the moon, And watches the stars, and renames the planets, And dreams she can reach them with a song and a broom.
I am my mother’s savage daughter, The one who runs barefoot, cursing sharp stones. I am my mother’s savage daughter, I will not cut my hair, I will not lower my voice. My mother’s child is a savage. She looks for her omens in the colors of stones, In the faces of cats, In the fall of feathers, In the dancing of fire and the curve of old bones.
Now my mother’s child curses too loud and too often. My mother’s child laughs too hard and too long, And howls at the moon and sleeps in ditches, And clumsily raises her voice in this song.
I am my mother’s savage daughter, The one who runs barefoot, cursing sharp stones. I am my mother’s savage daughter, I will not cut my hair, I will not lower my voice. My mother’s child is a savage. She looks for her omens in the colors of stones, In the faces of cats, In the fall of feathers, In the dancing of fire and the curve of old bones.
© Wyndreth Berginsdottir (Karen Unrein Kahan)