Gaia
How can we disregard her?
Lineage makes her organic.
Fountain of life.
Primordial deity
with regeneration folded in her girth.
Feminine, she connects
‘now’ with ‘then’
by the seed
of rebirth.
Nature is her origin.
Like a swan,
her power lies in water,
extension,
in the umbilical chord
of time perennial.
Spring mobilizes her.
Sacred portal, matriarch,
she has been there for us
for milleniums:
breasts, womb, fertility,
horned bull’s head
morphing
into a sanctum of growth,
a cocoon of miracle,
a swelling of fleshy bud.
Rejoice.
Kiss her. Respect her.
Mother earth is pregnant
and her cohort
is sky.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
