Sunday, October 19, 2014

Mother - Magpie Tales 242





















Mother carved in stone

half buried
                under growth

the flesh of the earth
                   exposed
   searching                  tree roots
shag of fungus lichen 
bearding her
now
and you wish to know
more
her name not duties
or titles
no matter how
proper

too soon she lies
with the birth of all species
and all who will follow

damp earth and rot
the days
of her life

the unremarkable sun
her only companion
distant and a reminder
that each day is loss




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