Earth calling and 1 other poem
Water-winged desire navigates transnational ecofeminist borders through currents of solitude and longing,…
Read more →Earth's wild spirit, a river, defies all, flowing free, bowing only to the primal Mother
She sat stitching a river
along hems, fraying with myths
of going underground
The silt doesn’t breathe
sits by the edges,
bakes mud cakes of journeys
a return gift for
the delta
Pebbles caper
roll
pause
for
a
breath
in a brook,
pluck rainbows
on their way,
no rush for gold
but
rocks grow bolder
Rocks don’t hold water
they try
pry
skirt the issue
roll
tumble
roll
along the rush downstream
tear her sides
reckless
with gravity—
She dances along
in her frenzy
discomfiting sages
across ages
beyond a curse
to tone down
bow and bend—
She does that
just that
only for the Mother.
First published in The Mud Proposal in the 57th Issue of Kaurab.