Frances Rose
Across my lifetime of creativity, community work, and motherhood, I have been guided by a single thread: a devotion to what wants to be remembered.
My work explores the forgotten rites of grief and menstruation, the knowledge of the body, our entanglement and connection with this wild earth and the greater rhythms and cycles of life. Everything I offer is a small act of remembrance, a candle lit for what is sacred.
Gateways
Art
Poetry + Story
Menstrual Education
Community Grief Ritual
Music
I express and protect what is sacred
I tend to what is holy in the everyday — the quiet rhythms, the ancient wisdom of the body, and the stories that ask to be remembered. My work is an invitation to return to the sacred threads of belonging and connection.
The Deep Feminine Current
My work speaks through the archetypal language of Woman, Mother, She, Her, and the sacred female body — the gateways through which I have come to understand creation, belonging, and embodiment.
These symbols guide my art, carried by the Deep Feminine Current that moves beneath all Life.
And while these forms centre my work, the invitation is open to people of all identities who feel resonance with this terrain of cyclical wisdom and deep remembering. Learn More
The First. and. the. Last
A new digital art and poetry series remembering and restoring the female body and form as the first and forgotten symbol of creation itself.
Featuring roses tended to and gathered from my garden — offered to the Goddess and carried as living emblems of creation, cycles, beauty, and the Deep Feminine.
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The Cosmic Rose,
rose with the morning dawn
spilling light from the heavens onto what was to come forth,
to be born,
And She,
gathered herself from the dark womb of the living ground,
the ancient loam
the first bones….
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It was the Goddess who sat at the first table
Above her, the red rose opened from the heavenly stars,
its petals and blood falling into the golden chalice,
the Grail, the First Womb, the sacred vessel from which all Life would come
Serpent, rose behind it, shedding blessings, Keeper of the Mysteries, Guardian of the ancient covenant between death and rebirth
It was the Goddess who broke the first bread,
Opened the pomegranate and blessed the feast
She drank from her own chalice and received the sacrament of creation itself……
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For the First Eucharist was not bread upon a table
but the moon in the hands of the Goddess.
Beneath the silver chalice of night
the Dark Moon unfurled,
black velvet rose dripping with the wet force of life,
the breath held in the lungs of The Great Vastness,
the cosmic amniotic sea where all things get born and return too….
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