Sharing A Personal Birthday Memory

I was saddened recently to discover that the blog of a dear friend had been taken down. Xristi Megas was a very special person, her blog, “Gadflying”, a treasure trove of wit and wisdom, interspersed with her own special brand of poetry.

Xristi died in December 2006. Sadly, much of what we had of her has now been lost forever.

After she left us, I posted one of her poems,  my personal favorite, on Sparrow Chat. Hopefully, at least while I’m alive, no-one will ever remove it.

But blog pages rapidly disappear from public gaze and unless someone has reason to instigate a search, are rarely viewed again. So, today, the 16th June 2009, I have chosen to reproduce that poem again. I hope you will take pleasure from reading it.

Today would have been Xristi’s 75th birthday.

“My Place”

by

Xristi M.

The earth and I have been long together.
That has not made us friends.
It is not equal commerce between peers
that binds us,
but my awestruck worship
of the blue and emerald manifestation
of a powerful goddess–

the variant beauties, changeful but constant,
of mountain dowagers, aglow in sunlight,
mist-shawled in evening,
and star-crowned in the black of night

of seas deeper than the human soul,
beneath whose thundering surface
the bells still chime of churches flooded long ago,
calling lost seaman from wrecked hulls
for services where mermaids twine their hair
with harvested pearls and
beckon to the thronging schools of fish

of forests where trees stand
in virgin starkness against the sky
and drop their leaves and needles
on the mossy carpet below,
the playground and commissary
of all those creatures Adam named

of the vast, still stretches of desert,
at once so sere but drenched in sameness that
past, present, and future seem
only a single speck of time
between the bleak horizons.

She, the earth, has also her Kali nature,
cleaving herself with earthquakes,
spilling churning lava from her volcanoes,
spinning storms that purple the skies
and wash her shores to ruin,
twisting air to funnels of destruction,
and, most dangerous of all,
giving room to man.

She does not court familiarity.
I call her home,
would not presume to call her friend.
I know my place.

…………………………

Xristi Megas 1934 – 2006

3 Replies to “Sharing A Personal Birthday Memory”

  1. A beautiful poem….

    It is wonderful for you to rewrite Ms. Megan’s work in your blog. You are preserving her soul in a way.
    What a lovely thing to do….

  2. I had read some of her work a while back on your recommendation, RJA, and enjoyed it tremendously. How sad to remove it, there should be a graveyard for old blogs, with tombstones so we can mourn and savour those precious words again and again.
    Thanks for posting!
    XO
    WWW

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