MARA

Mara is a pagan Slavic goddess associated with seasonal rites based on the idea of death and rebirth of nature. She is an ancient goddess associated with winter's death, rebirth and dreams. In ancient Slavic rites, the death of the Goddess Mara at the end of winter becomes the rebirth of Spring of the Goddess Lada or Vesna representing the coming of Spring.
In Slavic folk beliefs, Mara plays several roles. First and foremost, she is a ghost, a copy of a living person who appears after her death. It was believed that Mara appears when something of value to the deceased person remains in the world of the living. For example, if a person died without fulfilling their dreams or desires, their mara might appear to haunt them until those dreams or desires are fulfilled. In some interpretations, Mara is identical to Death and Winter. This is because she is often associated with the cold, dark, and mysterious aspects of the natural world. She is also sometimes depicted as a beautiful woman with long, flowing hair, which is similar to the way that Death is often depicted in Western culture.

MARA

Poem by Natalya Sukhonos


I.Mara came in the winter, her long sleeves a dark screamthat dragged our women and children down into the swamps of fear,endless vigils in bomb shelters,long days without news from our warriors,our fields fallow as the mangled wheatabsorbs our people’s blood,swallows the songs our old women used to singas they unbraided their long hair.When she came, Mara swept away our men into the darkwith the blind splendor of the one who knows the endings to all stories.II.In the Spring, Ukrainians will come to the river.They will carve the goddess of night from beads and rags —one day’s explosions, another day’s parting between Ukrainian familiesand their familiar ghosts,a child growing hungry, cold,missing his father who perished in Azovstal’.They will dip Mara into every puddle and pond, burn her with herbs.They can’t touch her. They can’t look back at her,or it will all begin again.III.Mara, the creature of Winter, will succumb to the winds of Spring.Her dark spells will meltinto a violet ray streaking the sky at dawnas people return to sing by the water,as Mara’s face —the face of winter and war —dissolves into faces reunited,hands clasped so tightly they bleed,hearts openedtowards the aching light.

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