Freyasberg

Earth scooped out the Devils punch bowl This just one of three he moulded Now a place where Arthur sleeps Until he is needed by England Mothered contours shape recumbent womb Nurturing stone Offering us her harvest Goddess worshiped through the Centuries Fertile and round Feeding a thousand hungry Lambs Choose your naming noun For the next one Mothers, mountains and us Reconnected soon Moving faster than lust Plant desire plant Myths and metaphors Myths and metaphors But we forget all the miscarried plans Scattered remains Land fill of words left unsaid And we forget how much her midwives toiled Meeting her needs Tending her wounds when they did Bleed Fissures opened wide Myths that slowly died Mothers, mountains and us Reconnected soon Moving faster than lust Plant desire plant Myths and metaphors Myths and metaphors