Please submit poems to Cayelin at cayelink@gmail.com. These are some examples to inspire your sense of how the archetypes can be expressed poetically.
Good Night
I stood behind him in the desert cold, smiling
My arms wrapped warmly all around him, everywhere I could reach
My chin tucked over his shoulder, nose to cheek
Oozing all the love I could give in support
He was inconsolable but I knew in our silence that he appreciated me
He even needed me to stand behind him
But he never liked to talk about that
We stood high up in red mountains
At sunrise or sunset — it didn’t matter
He gazed grimly down upon a vast civilization
A thousand clouds crossed his face in one moment
He was bitter and sad and hopeless
And he was none of these
I gazed at him and habitually palpated his muscles
Through his worn flannel shirt
He was tense and I spoke through my hands, Relax
Which they would, for a moment, and then tense up again
One shoulder much higher than the other and curled in
The muscles on the brink of becoming sinewy
Holding broken adventures together in a maimed way
Which sometimes ached, but he would not admit this
His hair was like mine, dark and grey, long
Captured in a sloppy pony tail just as mine had been
Before I went to sleep
He was “old” and “needed a shave” and his clothes didn’t “match”
His hand in his pocket dejectedly yet as if it had a plan
Suddenly I felt my heart would burst with the love I felt for him
And I was just about to utter I love you when
The (stupid fucking) alarm went off
I hit snooze and retained the vision and the feeling
And in one fell swoop realized
He was a shaman
He was me, he was my inner beloved
And he was all the men I have ever known
Not just in the Biblical sense, but all of them
I tried so hard to return now that I knew who he was, but he was gone
And there was only me in my tired, ailing, touch-deprived body
So I let her sleep while I mentally
Replanned my morning schedule and reset my alarm
And in the dense mundanity of my eventual day
I escaped from time to time to the mountain
At the time of this dream about my inner beloved in April 2008, the MidHeaven was at zero degrees Aquarius, conjunct my natal Mars (1 Aquarius). What would have happened if I hadn’t been awoken and they had come exact as the dream continued?!