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Ingrid Eich Poem
FANNING THE FLAMES
I was heavy
Weighed down
And buried by Judgment
Unintentional but hurtful just the same
Expectations of who I should be
As a daughter
As a Catholic
As a wife
As a colleague
By men
Fearful, yet domineering
Oh, the irony
That your insecurity has fueled my power
Fed the tiny coals that the women in my life
Have protected
Fanned them into flames
Fed the fire in my belly
Ignited my strength and resolve
Given birth to my voice
I am woman.
I liberate myself.
Hear me thunder!
And growl, and rage, and shout
I will no longer be judged, dismissed, hidden—
or silenced.
Copyright © Ingrid Eich | Year Posted 2026
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Ingrid Eich Poem
CEDAR
Magnificent cedar
Struck by lightning
Sap bubbling
Survives
Scarred
Changed forever
Copyright © Ingrid Eich | Year Posted 2026
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Ingrid Eich Poem
THE GIFT
Sliding slowly up the fjord
Slicing silently through the thick brume
We hold our collective breaths
Uncertain what may be revealed
Minutes, then an hour, slip away
Lonely fog horns moan
Breaking the silence
As we pass each other unseen
Each wake rocking us gently
While small waves rhythmically slap the hull
Suddenly, it seems
The dense fog that shrouded our surroundings
Thins
Revealing dark sentinels
Poking above the thick gray haze
In another breath we find ourselves
Gawking upward at towering cliffs
That clutch a hanging glacier
Where the ice sheet that carved them
Meets the Labrador Sea
The oldest and most dense layers
Revealed by deep, arctic blue streaks
Appearing in its face
Ancient, clear melt water
Feeds freshwater pools in the exposed rock at its base and
Rushes its way down to the sea
Sweet willowherb and harebell
Blanket the pools with their
Lavender blooms,
Joined by tart mountain sorrel
Brown, glossy, buoyant
Intertidal bladderwrack
Traces the rocky shore
A playground for any naturalist
A grand feast for any mystic
A rare jewel of solitude
Inspiration for contemplation
The scale of time shifts
A lifetime for the supplicant
But a blink for the land
Giving me hope that its secrets
Survive its impudent children
And, in the meantime,
Those of us with long memories
Will continue to seek solace
In its embrace
Copyright © Ingrid Eich | Year Posted 2026
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