Red Pen – poem by Mare

Red Pen

Dare I use a red pen to share some words

of bleeding my emptiness out

into a disposable cushion between me and the hard reality

of aspiring romance


a singleness seeped in searing fear?

Is it that I’m afraid of using the red pen

or that I’m the disposable one too many times

by hard rods whose names been etched in the headboard

a parkbench for hapless lovers

with knives handy

for carving out the heartwood?

There’s something about red ink

and corrected papers

and feeling edited or critiqued or

knowing that I’m only the draft girl.

Yes, practice on me for I’m not real

nor is my blood.

Or is my womb space that’s been shredded again

and again simply a haven for the heartless?

I’ve never been the final copy

only one to see the red

and know that the real teacher is not here




july, 2005

[note – i have added the “—” since WordPress keeps on dropping the empty lines and compressing the poem into one long one with no breaks… the  ellipses are to show there is a break there… sigh…]

About Mare Cromwell

Referred to as “The Voice of Earth Mother” by a gifted Shoshone elder, Mare Cromwell is a multi-award-winning author, Medicine woman/Lightworker and healer. She has also been told by another gifted elder that her work with Earth Mother is in the prophecies. Her books include: "The Great Mother Bible"; "Messages from Mother.... Earth Mother"; and "If I gave you God’s phone number.... Searching for Spirituality in America". She has studied with Native American teachers for twenty-two years and sat on the World Council for Wisdom Gatherings for three years. Mare leads workshops on our Sacred Planet-Earth Mother, Womb Wisdom and Sacred Silliness and more. She is the visionary and producer of the 1000 Goddesses Gathering in Washington DC. Mare loves to be involved in Ceremony. She is also a former worm herder. She calls Western Maryland home.
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4 Responses to Red Pen – poem by Mare

  1. Harold Blum says:

    The soul wears a magnifying glass….

    Thanks for sharing this Mare.

  2. i need a poetry about RED PEN not a love poetry but its cool

  3. am waiting 4 it pls

  4. hi, Amedzro —
    Gosh, are you waitng for a poem from me? Not sure what you mean…
    Am honored that you swung by my little blog here…


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