Ix Chel
The universe is hers.
She dances before the pyramids
mortared with magic
to the sound of rattles
flutes and drums.
In the forest a diamondback gives birth.
The Mayan throws aerials
spirit of hummingbird
and flower.
Women bring their exceptional gifts:
honeycombs and cloth woven with stories.
The air fills with feathered serpents.
Stars tremble in the cenote still
as she goes on dancing.
She dances before the pyramids
mortared with magic
to the sound of rattles
flutes and drums.
In the forest a diamondback gives birth.
The Mayan throws aerials
spirit of hummingbird
and flower.
Women bring their exceptional gifts:
honeycombs and cloth woven with stories.
The air fills with feathered serpents.
Stars tremble in the cenote still
as she goes on dancing.
--Barbara Spring
From the Wilderness Within
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We circled the island of Cozumel and there was a ruined temple on the interior of the island. It was the temple of the Mayan goddess Ix Chel. When I returned home I wrote this poem. Only after I wrote the poem did I learn about the temple and what it was for.
We circled the island of Cozumel and there was a ruined temple on the interior of the island. It was the temple of the Mayan goddess Ix Chel. When I returned home I wrote this poem. Only after I wrote the poem did I learn about the temple and what it was for.
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