Deep-Bellied Places of Woman
i listen with awe to
the sound of women’s souls
painting their lives in
words across the page,
each voice different
as she spills her heart into
the moon’s sure embrace.
i drink in the brew and see
the rock-solid foundation that is
woman taking shape again
across this land,
meeting mother earth’s
undulating curves
ragged peaks
soft, still waters
with her own.
mother earth has missed
our honest voices,
out truth-telling,
spoken in spite of unspoken
yet so-very present
threats of harm
if
we dare tell the truth of our lives.
she is hungry for this
bedrock of soul
to lie up against
the outline of her body,
her soul.
she has missed us knowing her this way.
she has missed us knowing ourselves in this way.
we are remembering, together.
always, together.
(c) Julie M Daley, 2014
written during Writing Raw, Fall 2014
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