Mother Earth: Garden Womb
Mother Earth:Garden Womb
She is not virginal
Not unused
Not pure
Being ancient
and of old,
Inevitably,
Been touched before.
Many years
a widow,
She is a lonesome,
barren land.
So many
passing lovers;
Needing a faithful
Husbandman.
For she was present
In the first garden;
Feeling the slithering belly
Of the snake.
And when
the curse was given,
One womb quickened,
And The other
Was Laid waste.
The womb smells
of dusty earth.
Her salty tears
bring only pain.
She waits for
the Husbandman
To finally bring
the latter rain.
He will work
the soil
Scrap metal fingers
through to damp.
In love
and anticipation,
Tiny seeds
he will plant.
If the womb
is ready,
If it is
the perfect time,
Then
the Planted seeds
Will grow
into
The True Vine.
Growth
will begin,
Bearing fruit,
Lusty,
Strong,
And Bold.
Increasing
and multiplying
Making a Mother
Of the Old.
Copyright © Crystol Woods | Year Posted 2024
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