They have taught me how to how,
and when,
for I was made mute by swallowing splinters
from gnawing old bones.
Earth Mother, gnashing of teeth,
needs tempering, even in wilds,
when life is so much more precarious
under a lunar eclipse of heart.
She offers me my inner child
and I bay bravely at bent shadows.
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thank you lilAj, I am just gong through my favorites and commenting..hope you have some new ones for me.
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A sad but beautiful write. Thank you so much for your entry
Gaylene
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