This Is a Prayer to Baba Yaga. This Is a Prayer for Resistance

Baba Yaga


 

This is a prayer for Baba Yaga.  This is a prayer for Resistance.

This is a prayer for the magic of chicken feet, the heat of old hates, the way old bones hurt.  This is a prayer for Resistance.

This is a prayer for hat knitters, sign-carriers, Congress-callers.  Old women make up the Resistance.

This is a prayer for casserole-bakers, newsletter-writers, nuisances.  Old women make up the Resistance.

This is a prayer for phone-bankers, neighborhood-canvassers, early-voters.  Old women make up the Resistance.

When the Moon is full, I call to Her.

I bring coals for Her oven.  I bring flour, to cover Her tracks.  I bring paprika salve for Her old, sore joints.

I bring a list of complicit women.  I bring a doll poked with pins and bound with vines.  I bring a bottle of ancient anger.

“Come, Baba Yaga,” I say. “Come find me alone in the woods.”

 

She comes as she always comes: after a long, scary wait.

She comes as she always comes: riding a mortar, a mop handle, a big, black bird.

She comes as she always comes:  hungry, grumpy, alone.

 

“Old One,” I cry, “We are deep in the darkness.  We stand on the front lines, but we are afraid.”
Old One,” I say, “We are tired, our legs get shaky, our fingers are sore.”

“Old One,” I whisper, “It seems to us as if we have worked all our lives and only gone backwards.”

 

“Oh, shut up,” Baba Yaga says, grabbing all the cookies and putting them into her bag.  “Give me those for my cat,” She demands, pointing to liver mousse, sausages, cheese.

She pulls down the skin below my eyes.  “Not enough yogurt,” She decides.

“Oh,” She says, turning her chicken hut around and going way past the speed limit, “You’ll be fine.  I saw it in some tea leaves.  This all works out in the end.”

“Build you a fence made of bones,” She says.  “Write this on your wrist:  ‘By my mother’s blessing.'”

This is a prayer to Baba Yaga.  This is a prayer for Resistance.

This is a prayer for women in sneakers.  This is a prayer for Resistance.

This is a prayer for one more phone call.  This is a prayer for Resistance.

 

Picture found here.

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50 responses to “This Is a Prayer to Baba Yaga. This Is a Prayer for Resistance

  1. I love this. ❤

  2. Oh, I ❤ Baba Yaga, ancient Babushka from my maternal Slavic roots. I like what you've written for her – it made me smile and brought a sense of calmness to the morning.

    A few years ago, I renamed all of the planets in our solar system after female goddesses – I know refer to Pluto as Baba Yaga. Renaming the planets made looking at my astrological chart more interesting, personal and relevant to me.

  3. I am finding your work inspirational and very practical. Many blessings on you.
    Rose May Dance

  4. Thank you for this. So much.

  5. Wonderful. I will read this whenever the current situation seems too dark or demoralizing. Thank you.

  6. Perfect!

  7. I like this so very much and I posted it on my FB page with credit to your blog. I hope this is ok but if not let me know and I will take it off immediately. Thanks so much for this..

  8. Brilliant, and Her responses are so down-to-earth. Thank you so much for this

  9. Thank you, this is beautiful!

  10. A wonderful poem and so filled with Truth. I sure needed this.

  11. Honor to you! This is strong

  12. thank you!

  13. She really comes to life here. Well done.

  14. Maribeth St Cyr

    may I share? Full credit of course!

  15. Simply wow–she is my culture hero and I have written a verse novel about her–FINDING BABA YAGA–that comes out next year from Tor.com

    Again–this poem is a wow on my heart meter.

    Jane Yolen

  16. And beautiful read aloud! Thank you!

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  18. I loved this so much it inspired my own blog for this week! Thank you for sharing this!

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  19. Mary Clark Schnibben

    Your Prayer to Baba Yaga moved me to tears, for I am an old woman, who, at 67 “phone-banked, made casseroles and carried signs” as I marched in the Women’s March and will do so again tomorrow in the name of science as form a living “fence of bones”. I’ve known about Baba Yaga since childhood, but she was pushed aside for goddesses from the British Isles, classical Greece and Scandinavia. Now that she has been resurrected in my memory, I find in her a perfect manifestation of the strength of will underscored by the righteous anger of those who resist.
    Many thanks for sharing this – blessings and please keep resisting and writing.

  20. Thank you so much for this post; I have referred back to it several times already when I needed (1) a slap upside the head and/or (2) a reminder that old women have something to offer. And, I do love the part about … “You need to eat more yogurt…” 🙂

  21. Lovely, lovely. Lifted my heart and spirits the moment I read it. I had to read it 3 times in a row before I wrote this.

  22. naturalmystic2014

    Terrific. Thanks for sharing.

  23. This old woman loves this post too.

  24. Amazing and beautifully so.

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  26. Oh, thank you for this wonderful piece! I was also inspired by Baba Yaga a few months ago. I dressed as her for Halloween, knitting some of my costume and finding other pieces secondhand. She is so fascinating, and the older I get, the more I identify with her!

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