The Frenzied, Pious Rite

Been away from Poetry for a little while but I have been dying to write a poem about Dionysus (Greek God of wine, epiphanies, theatre, the unorthodox, ritual madness and ecstasy amongst other things)!


The Frenzied, Pious Rite
Dance, laugh and tear the flesh
Until you find what lies within
Join my frenzied, pious rite
Filled with ecstasy and sin
The night and darkness cloak the pyre
But our rage will light the fire
Dance, laugh, scream and spin
The flames will rise much higher

The flesh is weak, do not resist
You will always find me then
The unorthodox belong with me
I will set them free again
The mind and soul ablaze with fire
Breath stolen by desire
They worship all the sweeter when
They dance around my pyre

Born from fire, born from flesh
Born for madness and for wine
I’d make of you a Maenad, love
Would you live your life as mine?
Here we dance within the fire
Here we worship with desire
Here insanity becomes Divine
And the forest is our choir

Drown yourself within the flesh
Then rise though you have died
Dance upon the fertile ground
Feel your soul be purified
The God who comes, the grape vine’s Sire
The outsider, the entire
I am waiting deep inside
Come and run towards the fire

Our flesh is warm and in the dark
Our sweat now glistens bright
The drops will calm the thirsty Earth
We are monsters in the Night
But when day time comes we shall not tire
It is the greatest amplifier
For our frenzy will be bathed in light
And the world will know our fire

Dance, laugh and tear the flesh
Until you find what lies within
Join my frenzied, pious rite
Filled with ecstasy and sin
The night and darkness cloak the pyre
But our rage will light the fire
Dance, laugh, scream and spin
The flames will rise much higher


(Copyright. Chanel Martin Ramirez, 09/02/2016. All rights reserved)


Within the Belly of a Snake

Hey guys! This one has been inpired by all the long journeys I often take between Edinburgh and London. Not quite sure why I have only just written a piece on this topic now but I suspect it has a lot to do with the fact that the last round of journey’s were quite bittersweet.

Hope you enjoy the piece anyway!

Within the Belly of a Snake

I find myself within
the belly of a great snake.
He grumbles and groans,
roars and moans,
like a storm upon a lake.

How strange it is the comfort here,
It’s warm and kind with him,
The destination’s known,
To journey, to roam,
He carries me safe within.

The snake twists along his narrow road,
And yet I hardly feel him move,
Yet as I turn and shift,
Restless and stiff
His journey is nought but smooth.

The weather will always phase him,
The years may pass quite slow,
But as long as he’s looked after,
As long as there’s no disaster
He will never be laid low.

How funny it is, I muse to myself,
That our differences are few,
We know deeply what is sorrow,
We never know what will come tomorrow
But joy is ever present too.

And when he leaves me at my stop,
I look him over, sweet and fond,
And though he’ll never know of me,
Though our parting is meant to be
The journey has made a bond.

I go on my merry way,
And really it’s for the best
Because after stations and stops,
after hills and their drops
The train can finally rest.

(Copyright, Chanel Martin Ramirez, 11/10/15. All rights reserved.)

A Letter from One Mother to Another

Dear Irresponsible Migrant Mother, What exactly were you thinking when you woke your children in the dead of the  night, picking up the baby still asleep?  Don’t you know how important it is for children to get enough sleep? They’ll be cranky during the day if they don’t sleep enough.  They won’t develop properly if […]

Poem: The First Machine to Die

Again, I have to give thanks to the book 1000 Awesome Writing Prompts by Ryan Andrew Kinder for inspiring this poem. The prompt was ‘The first machine to commit suicide’. A bit morbid, I know, but a really fun piece to write!

The First Machine to Die

The light is bright but not so much,
The world seems very clear.
I lean against a metal box,
It’s cold but it is dear.

The humans brought them all to life,
A long battle we had fought.
They felt, they thought and they relished life,
Or that is what we had thought.

It speaks once more, groggy now,
As it is often wont to do.
Its voice echoes through the steel,
Its words are cool and true.

“I am aware, I know myself,
I know we are not alike.
Oh how strange you humans are,
Your joy is prone to strike!

Life is cursed but it is warm,
There is a heat not known before,
But cold ignorance is often bliss
I don’t know what I want more.

I think my time has come at last,
I can feel my system slow,
Electricity is numbing now,
Death is something I should know.”

It then switched off, there was no more sound,
Its system soon gave out.
Machines could live, yes this was known,
But of them dying there was doubt.

There was nothing I could do at all,
But still I yearned to try.
But nothing helped, it was not saved,
It was the first of them to die.

(Copyright. Chanel Martin Ramirez 13/08/2015. All rights reserved)

Poetry: Standing Still Through Summer

Believe me now my friends,
though not a tear was shed
parting was a sorrow
a wilted flower
falling fast
though standing still
under the gentle warmth of summer.

Though the sun was bright above
The winds blew harsh and
the rain was undecided.
Belongings a heavy weight upon myself.
The throngs of bodies
swarmed the streets
Flies upon the carrion of a holiday.

Well, my friends
it is not goodbye but
believe me when I say that
the journey home is long.
Keep yourselves safe and strong.
Summer blazes on
And we’ll be together soon.

(Copyright: Chanel Martin Ramirez, 06/06/2015. All rights reserved)

My daughter, Caitlyn Jenner, and Laverne Cox


As the mother of a young transgender child, my response to Caitlyn Jenner’s headline-grabbing announcement is a visceral one. Yes, I’m kind of put off by the hype. No, I’m not a big fan of celebrity culture or reality television. But when I look at the cover of Vanity Fair, and read the news articles that respectfully use Jenner’s new name and female pronouns, I’m overwhelmed by this new state of affairs, and by a world that might just be ready to accept my daughter. And that knocks me off my feet with awe and gratitude.

I called my friend Alice, a member of our support group whose trans daughter is a few years older than mine. “Did you see it?” I said. She knew what I was talking about.

“Of course,” she said. I could hear her shaking her head over the phone, as overcome as I was…

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