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Pregnant Land

Mothering secrets unlocked by spurts

Of growth — a glimpse of bounty;

Deprived of clement your children scorched

By stout-hearted elements of fury. 

Yet, with death the beads of potency

Lie forsaken to the ground in becoming

And in wishing.  Permit them dying

To breathe beneath that from darkness

Come to seeing.

Fire from the Fire, lofty and base,

Come touch the children gently;

Now, on a mattress of fertile sultry

Co-create for our earthly pantry.

Hate not the novice neonate, please,

But pour thy potion freely;

The gallivanting water and the intercourse

Of seed within her.

Pressed between your crevices, damp

In expectation.  Burst forth

Some flowers and rejoice

Once more in ovulation.

 

By:  Ruth Mostrales, November 2008

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