Goddess Poem by Michael Burch
Goddess
"What will you conceive in me? "—
I asked her. But she
only smiled.
"Naked, I bore your child
when the wolf wind howled,
when the cold moon scowled...
naked, and gladly."
"What will become of me? "—
I asked her, as she
absently stroked my hand.
Centuries later, I understand;
she whispered—"I Am."
Friday, July 26, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: poetry
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Published by Romantics Quarterly (the first poem in the first issue) , Unlikely Stories, Underground Poets and Little Brown Poetry
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