Garden of Women

by Alisa Muñiz Blanchard

Women come together
cultivating a garden
of love
Using rocks of fear
To build a wall
Separating what was
From what will be
To what is
Hands up, palms will touch
The sky
We are not
savage witches
Waiting to be burned
In your fearfulness
But rather the flowers
Which bloom sweetness
And grow honey
Abundance quieted,
We stir
Disrobing our discreet influence
Shifting into seen leaders
Unyielding at the helm
Reclaiming tomorrow
By awakening today
Crimson wombs
Turn warrior scarlet
Pulling energy chords
Shifting this dimension
Of our reality
Back to center


Journal, Volume 2 Issue 3