Petra Creffield

Rookie - 3 Points (7th October The Summer of Love / Leeds)

Process (Inspired By Attending The Hoffman Quadrinity Process) 2001 - Poem by Petra Creffield

Arrive too afraid to even speak
To strange house on Irish peak
Everything, everything has bought me here.

Christened ‘Invisible’ by tender hand
This then becomes my holy brand
That I hope like hell, no-one can see

Then that night, a babe
Is put in my arms
Apparently they say, that this is me.

Hold this alien form tight
I don’t let it go all night
Because if I lose me now, I am lost.

Next day, the bats fly
I flinch and cry
Then force myself to fight

Aching limbs and bones
We do it all again
I swear into the night

Then comes time for us to forgive
I want to run from here
Believing without anger I’ll disappear

Work it out and through
To find a love that is new
I wade through streams of tears

Strange days are ahead
We bury our dead
And finally begin to live.

Then a party is thrown
For the seeds we have sown
We dance and cry to the moon

Through love and fires
A marriage transpires
Then finally the four become one

The rose comes to bloom
We hold hands around the room
White light flows through each one

In seven days a family is born
We wake to a new dawn
The world has never looked so good.

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Comments about Process (Inspired By Attending The Hoffman Quadrinity Process) 2001 by Petra Creffield

  • Rookie - 107 Points Rani Turton (4/18/2008 6:51:00 AM)

    Out of generations comes regeneration or so it seems. Thanks for this lovely poem. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, September 4, 2007

Poem Edited: Tuesday, April 5, 2011


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