the exotic ripening of the finer sex

5 Dec

Woman-with-Crow.24x24.mm.2012 - Copy

Holly Roberts

seeding from within

for the birthing of yourself

this time –

You will

burst through your own damned skin,

exploding the social shell

into a mess of flowering  pulp;

midair

you

take shape into flight.

You strange and wonder full fruit –

filling the air with your juice,

for the hungry

who can only long

with painful bellies

unsure if they actually saw you

take your wings

into the sky –

Are you

never to land

on mundane, again?

Joy calls from you now

as your span stirs the air.

You circle up –

you orbit out –

a spiral map for the

gaping below.

7 Responses to “the exotic ripening of the finer sex”

  1. blueangelwolf December 5, 2013 at 10:47 am #

    Absolutely 🙂

  2. andelieya 安德洌雅 (official) December 6, 2013 at 2:43 pm #

    Amazing, visual poem! If only we knew how to birth like that!

  3. prewitt1970 December 6, 2013 at 4:43 pm #

    Your words always capture me in places of wisdom and whimsy. I hope your well.
    Benjamin

    • marga t. December 6, 2013 at 11:24 pm #

      Thank you, Benjamin. I hope you are on the mend and seeing the light at the end of the farmhouse tunnel! xo!

      • prewitt1970 December 6, 2013 at 11:45 pm #

        Thank you. Beginning to see the light. Healing..not as quickly as I’d like sadly 😦

  4. Andrea December 14, 2013 at 2:48 pm #

    Wowee. Spiritual Aphrodite. I am loooving this juicy morsel!

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