Earth scooped out the Devils punch bowl
This just one of three he moulded
Now a place where Arthur sleeps
Until he is needed by England
Mothered contours shape recumbent womb
Nurturing stone
Offering us her harvest
Goddess worshiped through the Centuries
Fertile and round
Feeding a thousand hungry
Lambs
Choose your naming noun
For the next one
Mothers, mountains and us
Reconnected soon
Moving faster than lust
Plant desire plant
Myths and metaphors
Myths and metaphors
But we forget all the miscarried plans
Scattered remains
Land fill of words left unsaid
And we forget how much her midwives toiled
Meeting her needs
Tending her wounds when they did
Bleed
Fissures opened wide
Myths that slowly died
Mothers, mountains and us
Reconnected soon
Moving faster than lust
Plant desire plant
Myths and metaphors
Myths and metaphors
