Rooted
Rooted
Tied with blood stained ribbons
that bind us to our past.
The moon,
regulator of tides and menses.
The Virgin Mary,
last remnant of Goddess power.
Dark caves
painted in red hues.
A book of words,
forgotten train whistles,
tears from fists,
laughter of children,
open mouths of hunger,
the veils of slaves,
rooted
deep
in the mother earth
Copyright © Gloira Conly | Year Posted 2011
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