For the Women Jan 21 2017

you were the magic of creation when we were free when we could see you and your sisters took us into that holy place calmed us with your maternity when we were free when we could see we did not grab stab or take against your will when we were free when we could see illuminated in the furnace of your femininity awed by the fullness of your fecundity erupting into the origin of reverie I did not bind you when we were free when we could see embraced in Gaia’s arms cradled in your serenity content amazed heightened by your sensitivity when we were free when we could see until our heads and hearts were severed by the sword of jealousy and I was poisoned by misplaced misogyny as the pall of patriarchy withered the heart that once loved thee oh mother what shall I do? I’m no longer free and cannot see.