Tuesday, February 2, 2016

SOME CALL HER MOTHER (revised)





Some call her Mother. The Mistress of this land

Her body hidden haunts wild places for man

Whose calloused raw hands worked nippled

Cairns to stand proud on mountains

Hunted, fought bloodily among heathered tresses

Ploughed deeply her fertile plains to feed

Warrior lords, foreign, crippled with greed.

In Her a sea smooth cave, that once sheltered Fintan.

Crabs with dead mens fingers, sought a womb watery grave.

To rebirth rebellion - Freedom and the marrow

Of Her Favour!

She walks still this land breathing out love and inspiration

To those who seek justice for all of her people.

© MRL 1/2/16
last 2 lines added

2 comments:

  1. An extremely interesting write! I love mythology and Mother seems awesome and not to be messed with :)) You have chosen your words so beautifully I read it a few times to drink it all in :)

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    1. Thank you very much Rose, it is nice to be appreciated and by a fellow poet.

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