'I heard the footfall of the flower, spring.' *
Olwen, Isis, Ishtar, Marilyn -
Rolled into one splendid line of Sappho:
Demeter, Persephone, Ceres, Io -
All springing from woman's earthy dampness,
There leaving her trefoil footprint's whiteness:
A shining spiral of milky softness,
Within the inky darkness of her womb;
Where births the swelling ninth wave's fullest moon.
Panmelys
*Sappho's line.
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