Isis
broken & beautiful
at the end
of our garden
stands guard
over our love.
A humble bumble bee
explores the diety
as with
the dying light
she is now
this
shattered statuete
now
the living
goddess.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A truly beautiful poem. I love the sound of the 'humble bumble bee' and 'shattered statuette'. S :)