I heard her calling from folds of dreamt
stones
cupped for solstices and fossilized stars
saw
the cairns of her nubile breasts
erect
and the flece of her mound welcoming
curlews
I heard her roar rivers and hurricanes
lilt
soft saplings and pebbled beaches
teacher of dancing heresies
guardian of dark bestiaries
where she-wolf and seal mate
with the sins of men
witch of wrens and frosted sloes
sassy whore giving herself
to the impotent and the poor
nurturer of bog blackened bodies
feel her rip
feel her burn
feel her veins
poisoned
her flesh
her blood
dark harvests
and say her name
like you mean it
Mother
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