Armour

You ride the waves while I dive for pearls.
You are brown by the sun and my skin glows iridescent as the jewels I seek.
From this watery stillness I admire your joy and plan a change of course.

In other arts reflections claim my birth rite.
After The First Born Is Dead, Nature declared her solidarity in a torrential twelve hours.
I was born the Night of the Pagan Princess claiming Winter Solstice for solace.
My daughter, one day late and born on an oppositional latitude, the Summer Solstice owns.

I am Demeter and Persephone. I have been stolen and stolen from. Raped and returned.
I will change the course of this Earth, and teach Men to curb their will, and heed their Mother
through love and now, as necessary, through fear greater than everything they have ever known.

The clouds have come, cloaking those lightening flashes that shock the darkness,
and with the growl that threatens the quietus.

I have never feared battle. My scars are deep. Nature I do not fear.
It is Mankind that is heinous.


10 December, 2012