Female Diety
Hills roll green, nudging
blues and grays of stretching sky,
dropping gold sunrays.
Gods feast on lost moons,
devour as the sea ebbs
a retreating roar.
Horizon brightens
as her footprints touch upon
black sand glittering
like coal. Eyes are oval.
Countenance: wizard.
Her forehead the moon.
One glance and I am.
Copyright © Jennifer Cahill | Year Posted 2016
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