MIDSUMMERS MOON
Midsummers night approaches
and each day finds her in her garden bent
over those things she coaxed
from
the earth.
In the blessed cool of night though..
sun scorched face
tilted to
the sky,
as she stands barefoot on the damp grass
watching the moon
grow.
Midsummers night grows closer
And each new day finds her in her office
doing what is needed to make a
corporate world run smoother.
Eventually a hectic day ends though.
A young moon finds her sitting on her balcony,
high heels tossed aside,
looking back at Her and wondering....
Midsummers night grows closer
and each day finds her chasing her children
with praises and with
scolds.
The night though finds her sitting on the step of her trailer,
swollen
feet
caressed by the breeze...
She watches the moon grow
even as her own
belly does.
She feels a sound kick and smiles
Midsummer night almost upon her
The day finds her working at the dairy mart..
Dreaming of the night when
she
can prop her bare feet
on the dash board of her best friends car,
cruising and
trying to find life in this little town.
And as the moon grows so does her anticipation.
The moon.
The crone
the often forgotten warrioress
the mother and
the maid
The moon does know that it is
each phase that makes the whole.
And she
neither wonders
nor does she worry whether
one phase is aware
of..
afraid of or
in loathing of the other.
Because the fear and yearning
is part of the cycle,
just as
anticipation and
wonder are.
Midsummers night has come,
the moon full and bright
A woman raises her hands over her silver head,
eyes young and
glistening.
A woman slips off her hose and wiggles her toes,
offering a smile that
no man
will see
A woman dances silently in the center of a court,
her full belly for
once not
hindering her movements.
A girl becomes a woman by loosing her virginity
while retaining her
innocence.
And the sun begins to rise..
and the moon tarries only long enough to
whisper
to him...
"See my love, this is the feminine,
our creation yours and mine..
And I
am
proud of Her.
Love, watch over her her while I rest..
I am so very
tired."
Copyright:
February 1999
by
Weslin
NOT to be used without her permission,
Write to WesandRogue@netscape.net
for her permission.
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Sherri