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A Hunger

The Earth has been calling
from deep, deep within my aging vessel,
deep within what is scarlet and female,
sound overflows
across valleys and trees,
echoes
energy
vibrating the ground
and nourishing my womb and internal spirit
in ways previously
depleted.
I sing praise for womanhood
and sit
within the gathering of witches,
culturally abandoned -
homed
together
in bones and nakedness and truth,
abundantly
warm, unashamed
here
in ourselves.
We brandish our weakness as weapons,
knowing we'll be met by women ready
to face our vulnerable,
defuse, give new strength to it,
to empathise,
to accept.
We dance to our rhythms, to our youth and our age and our souls,
around the gifts of the tent,
bellies full as hearts,
so gentle,
so all-feeling,
being
in this space
of natural,
of woman.
ImperfectedStone
Written by ImperfectedStone (The Gardener)
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