with thanks for the help in 'white water'
My womans cycle long since ceased to flow,
my body changed from lean to shape more round.
My hair, decreasing, in grey stripes does grow,
my spine sinks down and yearns for softer ground.
The fount of motherhood has long been dry
and flesh once firm is texture of dead flowers.
The aches and pains of aging joints ask why
experience is spoiled by age that sours.
The moon now draws its tides to build internal
in tensile strength and belly deep connection
to lines of women, earth in life eternal
the force of roots, driving down to conception.
In age I spread, solid as continents;
sing blood, sing bone, till loves a monument
*edited for title line only - JaML*
My womans cycle long since ceased to flow,
my body changed from lean to shape more round.
My hair, decreasing, in grey stripes does grow,
my spine sinks down and yearns for softer ground.
The fount of motherhood has long been dry
and flesh once firm is texture of dead flowers.
The aches and pains of aging joints ask why
experience is spoiled by age that sours.
The moon now draws its tides to build internal
in tensile strength and belly deep connection
to lines of women, earth in life eternal
the force of roots, driving down to conception.
In age I spread, solid as continents;
sing blood, sing bone, till loves a monument
*edited for title line only - JaML*
