Stop, and bend your ear low
to the ground. Now listen: the breath is labored,
almost choked in some spots. There are people
who can read these signs like ragged, torn air
leaving the lungs of a tired Mother, and they say
that we are killing Her.
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This is my response to the Monday Mural prompt at Poefusion (the image above is this week’s prompt). I chose to write this in chained lunes. Enjoy.
-Nicole
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Soft sleeping Virgin,
did you fall to Earth
from your perch
on the moon
and sink into the ground
to take repose?
That moon perch
lays bowed in the sky
above sleeping eyes -
your sleeping eyes,
for us to gaze upon
in loving awe.
Dare we disturb
your quiet, entombed, lucid dreaming
to request intercession
for our frailty
as we forever unfailingly fall
and find sin?
Written 6/15/08
©2008 Nicole Nicholson. All Rights Reserved.
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