Here is the beautiful new cover of my CharMan Chronicles. You might notice that I also changed the sub-title to the “Phantom Alchemist” Kree Arvanitas of Rebel Dog Fine Art Studios did all the gorgeous graphic design work for my new cover and it looks amazing, don’t you agree?
I created this image: “Girl Power” to illustrate my Face Book Christmas Newsletter. When I showed it to my Husband Lindsey he said, “Is it Super Heroes?” Yes! In a way it is. Girl Power is my vision of women and girls empowered by education and equal rights to earn a living. “Girl Power” illustrates women and girls who reach for the stars to follow their dreams. I love this image so much that it will become an illustration in the second book in the Char Man Chronicles series: “The Char Man Chronicles: A Temple of Words”
Into the forest go I
A wild thing at night
I am a seed- a fireweed sprout
I am a she-bear; kindred spirit
Deep in the forest She waits
Shining in the torches- the candles- the stars
Eyes of Artemis
Twilight mirrors shining with truth
My home is in the wild forest
Cedar Madrone sea-mist and bramble
My heart is wild in the tame day-to-day
My soul is free- tending the bees
Nootka rose and blackberry-wild honey and fern
Into the forest go I
Into the forest
This labyrinth poem written in runes made her debut at this year’s ASWM Symposium. I was a guest speaker and part of the We’Moon Artists Panel. Artemis Bee Labyrinth will be on display at Gargoyles Statuary for their Summer Solstice :”Goddess, the Divine Feminine” group exhibition.
For three thousand years
Millions of people sing
Om Lakshmi Om
And She listens
Sandal wood incense and pink
I can see her sailing across the Ganges
Gold coins flowing
From hennaed hands
Om shreem Lakshmi
I touch Her feet
Om Shreem- Maha Lakshmi yei
In my mystic vision
Of Lakshmi manifesting abundance
I know that anything is possible
Goddess Art is my journey to be one with the Goddess within. These poetry pieces are explorations of my experiences of healing, participation, and devotional connection with the Feminine Divine. My Labyrinth Art made its debut at this year’s ASWM (Association for the Study of Women in Mythology); where I was a part of the We’ Moon Artist’s Panel. To read the text one walks the labyrinth with the eyes (Artemis Bee Labyrinth is written in runes). Labyrinths are a recent discovery for me and I find them to be a perfect vessel for meditation. Once I learned how to draw labyrinths I became very excited about using them to create my Poetry Art! “Lakshmi Manifesting” makes Her debut at Gargoyles Statuary and She is delighted to be here to meet you.
Lisa Noble is a regular contributor to We’Moon Publications; her writing and Goddess art work has also appeared in Sage Woman Magazine, the Beltane Papers, the Sound of the Caer Bards of Pugenta, Voices of Choice Magazine and 33 Angel Times. Lisa’s Goddess Art has been displayed at: Gargoyles Statuary, Art Not Terminal, Stargazers, Travelers and Women of Wisdom’s Goddess Market, to name a few.
Friday June 19 I will be part of a group exhibition at Gargoyles Statuary in the U-District Goddess: the Divine Feminine; A Summer Solstice exhibition of Goddess art.
Within me I hold close a light
A power that can never diminish
I walk in beauty through an inferno
Fire in my hair- fire in my veins
In the cool breath of present
My path is in the now
The moon on the water
Dances and glimmers
Yet I am as the moon
A constant light in the dark unknown
To wax to wane- I change
I am altered yet I am whole
Dark moon cycle reborn to the light
From the source to my mother to me and beyond
We pass on a light that can never diminish
The center of creation
In the art of living
I am only me- I am the universe
I am reborn in the moment
Of the constant light of the changing moon
Calling in Sick on a Friday when it’s not Raining
Real change lady shares her corner in front of the Sanitary Market
With me and my hat
Today I’m painting henna paisleys by donation
“In this months issue”, chants the real change lady,
“I’m one of the poets- buy a copy only a dollar”
We share spanokopita and a chai
My stuff and voice sprawling into her territory
Illustrated vegan cookie recipes
Hand made cards with cat faces and sequins
“Summer time and the livin’ is easy”
Ahh! Just like Janis
Elsewhere my files pile and the phone rings like a hungry baby
Escape market security move-alongs
Do I have a permit and report my quarters to the IRS
Don’t they know that I’m almost in high demand?
Piroski lunches and lattes to go- hey you hang up and listen
Buy a paper, support the arts, and sing along
I put out more product: self-published manifestos
Lavender scented jewelry- origami cat toys with dangly ribbon bits
Real change lady drops a handful of coins in my hat
As I read one her poems out loud
Voice cracking this stolen sunny Friday
I better dance when I sing “Fever”
People seem to like that
My own Personal Animal Kingdom
Trapped between a rock and a hard spot
I did what any self-respecting jackrabbit would do
I began to jump up and down as high as I could: up and down in one spot
The disoriented raptor plummeted towards me but missed the mark
Disorient and deflect
Rabbit wisdom; I like to eat like a rabbit
Rabbit serenity; the Zen of twilight at Discovery Park
The trick is to also know the way of the cat
She who knows when to run, when to turn and stand her ground or roll on her back and eviscerate
Sometimes jump up and down (rabbits do very well at job interviews by the way and taking tests with essay questions.
Cats do not tolerate interviews or 9-5 anything.
Although crow like in my shopping habits especially in metaphysical bead shops,
I’ve been know to salamander around Belltown craving chocolate and
Squinting at poetry that I’ve written on post-its
with a blunt Ticonderoga
Until my amphibian disdain for dank weather renders me so sluggish that I drag myself into the nearest fire with hopes of reanimation and mocha.
My inner cat however continues to stalk me
She and I are one; I become the midnight invisibility of my desires.
Running off to join the circus; it’s Saturday night and the big top is full
I am a composed study of flame colored spandex and sequenced georgette
My eyes are orange and I do not have velvet paws
Ladies and gentlemen introducing Sylvia Mahlkinfire
The only flying trapeze-contortionist-magician in the universe!
I work a hundred feet in the air with a flaming net below
You won’t see me jump up and down in one place
I am the dark side of the moon, don’t make me angry Mars is in retrograde
I’ve been dancing with the cobras since the equinox
Oh man, can I spit far
I purr as I fly tooth and claw over head
You may throw large bills at my feet
And if you must throw Damascus rose petals make sure that they are red
I levitate upon a pearlescent sphere to the sunlit side of a total eclipse.
Day dreaming about being one with my inner cat.
Sigh…what would be like to run off to Bohemia and join the circus?