Monday, July 19, 2021

Red Solar Earth/ Cosmic Turtle Moon of Presence, Day 23


9 Caban


Red Solar Earth

 

In the Dead of Winter I was born –

The Sighs and Cries rang out for Days

And far into the frigid, crystal Nights –

I missed the New Year’s Day

Descending late – delaying

My Departure from a warm Womb

Into the cold, white World

 

In the Dead of Winter I was born

With black wet curly Hair

So overgrown and heavy

That “Monkey” or “Medusa” came to Mind

Little did I wish to go another Round on Earth

Or feel another mortal Wound –

My Eardrums failed to close

My Eyes so large and dark

Always saw nearsightedly

 

In the Dead of Winter I was born –

Life leapt up - dealing Death

A feisty Blow –

Brittle Bough and

Ice-filled Lake no Match for

Red hot Blood – the Will to be

A fresh young Heart

Making a small spring

In the Dead of winter.

 

©Kleomichele Leeds 

 



 

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