The Golem She

In honour of Lilith stepping forward as the goddess of today, I wanted to share with you this poem that I wrote a couple of years ago. I’ve never shared it before, and only a few people other than myself have ever read it. And yet, I’m feeling much braver these days….

The poem seems to me to be an invitation to connect with our earthly element and to establish our own autonomy. It’s a call to break out and be wild and fierce and untamed and demanding rather than compliant and nice and good and well-behaved. Consequently, some of the language is a little coarse, which is another reason I’ve resisted sharing in the past.

Anyway, I could write pages to explain this poem to you, but it’s probably best just to share it, yes? Here it is…

The Golem She by Amy Palko

Eat the rich
dark earth
mineral tang,
silty grit,
primordial muck.

A place of beginnings
and bacteria,
of growth and decay.

The clay man
stands and forms
female shapes,
moulding the mud
to create flesh-like
breasts
thighs
cunt
arse
and…

She

These golem girls,
slow bodies
thick with sleep,
begin their sluggish
movements towards
consciousness.

I feel
I hear
I touch
you.

I lick my lips
with curious tongue
and taste
me.

I separate myself
from you
and go my own way….