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is the one
who catches spirit
and spins flesh around it
in her womb

She is the sacred keeper
of nature, of the silver
moon; She flows
like water

from the river
of ancestral
wisdom, hidden
in her breast
is the answer
to the question
we no longer
ask

Without her
we can’t remember
the importance
of presence
without
purpose
other than
to just

be

I feel her power
growing
in me;
She is
the soil,
the fertile
ground
beneath us,
waiting for
regeneration;
rebirth

She is
the lost
feminine —
forgotten
mother
earth

© Jacqueline Ann 2022

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Jackie Ann

Jackie Ann

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Passionate writer who enjoys using the creative process as a means of self expression and self reflection. instagram.com/jacquelineann06