she lay her down on the jungle floor
her self was hers to be no more
she reached inside to oceans shores
and opened wide the mystic doors
her mighty mate he did roar
then deep inside her belly
first came the shape
the shape of things to come
the shape of all or none
the shamen did not shun
her belly now the rising sun
her self was hers to be no more
she reached inside to oceans shores
and opened wide the mystic doors
her mighty mate he did roar
then deep inside her belly
first came the shape
the shape of things to come
the shape of all or none
the shamen did not shun
her belly now the rising sun
then deep inside her belly
next came the scream
of all your ancient dreams
of all your ancient dreams
nothing now as it seems
pray your gods your soul redeem
the universe her birthing stream
then deep inside her belly
came now the spirit from within
bursting through her bleeding skin
and issued forth in ravaged sin
the cosmos turn to spiral and spin
with no beginning and no end
deep inside her belly
deep
inside
her
belly
inside
her
belly
4 comments:
Your poetry is so visceral, so wonderfully dark and earthy.
Pearl
thank you so much, pearl - so humbling, coming from you! i confess however to really loving the dark and earthy!
Wow. You outdid yourself with this one, Gypsy! The image is a perfect fit, too. So, where did the muse come up with this one??!
you know, trish, this is one i did back in march 2010 over on travel journal - i did the font in green then - but this time, red seemed to suit the words better -
in this case, my muse was this image of emil nolde - how i LOVE his work - all of it - anyway, as i sat and looked at the image, the words came from the characters in the image - the earth mother - the shaman and the lion - my figurehead, of course, the lion - the work of emil nolde never fails to move me and speaks to those voices deep inside my own belly -
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