We are women of the
underworld
eating death to reproduce life induce life feed life
we are women of the
First Womb
weaving our own body and spirit seeds
into beads of birthings known only to the First Mystery
the First Nursery
designing new eggs within new shells
mining the minerals of unconscious caverns
we are women of the dark
our wombs partially blinded by the white light
from atomic bombs of human delusion
we are women of Earth and Wind and Ocean
daily dressed like Moon with Sun’s divine patina
on special occasions our aural gowns are of the Stars
and maybe some distant undiscovered Planet’s
But sometimes we forget.