Some women gently hold the glow and shimmer of Moon in their eyes.
They draw circles in the sand with unshod toes while their breath embraces Moon -
Gold or silver, round or crescent.
In every phase they know Moon and She knows them.
These women are knowers.
Phoebe, Serene, Artimis.
It's time to know, Greek girl,
You are a Goddess, too.
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
Spinning
Around your life, so tightly wound,
The thread you spin of what is left of you,
Keeps everything and everyone in place.
Exactly the correct place.
No room for mistakes or tears
Too many rely on your perfection.
When will it be your time?
The time for the thread you spin to create something just for you.
Perhaps a shawl to keep out the cold,
And on which to dry your tears.
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