The Moon Owns All Women
The moon owns all women:
We feel it's tautness, as it's pulling us
Into the fertile loam fields, of reproduction,
A year at a time, until high tide finally arrives.
And at birthing time, we can sense it's shadowy silver fingers
Prodding us, wanting us to deliver to it's schedules only;
Like it orders the oceans to and fro, with it's nearness
And animals sense it's fog of breath behind them, urging them on to madness.
At certain times of the month, and it is such an on-again off-again sort,
Either completely out there, or hidden like a thread of light, barely showing
Through hidden doorways tiny cracks; unwilling to reveal a centimeter more
All the while influencing a million more invisible things we would never associate
At all; and makes one almost willing to believe in astrology's claims.
And once I saw the moon beside your face, and could no longer resist
It's pulling; and when it told me to go into your arms, I obeyed-
Because I knew it was more ancient and more powerful, than any of our sawdust brains.
Amazing, saying the truth straight as you know it, yet so poetic. I love this one, patti
Much more than grain of truth here When a number of women live inclose contact they tend to menstruate in armony Ask any one who works in mental hospital about the disturbances caused by the full moon The goddess shows she is still in charge
I get the feeling A Mysterious Moon inspired this write. It's lovely to see your take on the moon. I enjoyed the read, it gave a feeling of surreal forces at hand. Great write.
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