A Poem To The Seed Within Tired Women

The world is waking, calling to you,

Shaking the song from heart ache,

In the hot light

Of a harsh night,

Soul cracked open.

From a world on fire.

Back bent, as a weeping willow,

Shrugging the load to land

Feet drag weary through the dusty earth.

The breath of possibility, waning in your twilight eyes,

Words unsaid souring in your chest,

Your last shred of Dignity

Bleeding unstemmed onto the tired bones

of a song-less land.

That was yesterday.

That was before.

Today you bravely stand,

Alchemising the pain of what you feel

Into a steady hand on hilt

Chin up tilt

Feet in Gaia

Breath of fire

Eyes true,

Me with you

Dreams intact

Your Authority taken back.

Bound closely to your midnight womb.

This time the blood that it sheds.

When the moon calls it forth

lands on that barren earth,

fertilizing the soil.

Structures innate to life,

Re - membered through your Sovereign Dignity”.