Gaia: poem in EXPLORE!
Gaia
The earth is female: I have seen her blood.
Above the wave-cut layered rocks impressed
with ancient plants, beyond the monthly flood-
tides governed by the moon, the cliff is stressed,
riven by dark crevices, groyned and grained.
Water trickles seawards, soaking the earth,
rich in iron, a rusty spate, blood-stained,
startling contrast to viridian growth
spreading green weed across surrounding shales.
Trace the flux to its source, deep in the cleft:
the red vulval effluent never fails,
a perpetual menstrual flow, gift
of Gaia in the throes of earth-womb’s need.
The earth is female: I have seen her bleed.
Highly commended in Cannon Poets “Sonnet or not”
Competition 2014 and published in
The Cannon’s Mouth, December 2014, Issue 54.
Gaia: poem in EXPLORE!
Gaia
The earth is female: I have seen her blood.
Above the wave-cut layered rocks impressed
with ancient plants, beyond the monthly flood-
tides governed by the moon, the cliff is stressed,
riven by dark crevices, groyned and grained.
Water trickles seawards, soaking the earth,
rich in iron, a rusty spate, blood-stained,
startling contrast to viridian growth
spreading green weed across surrounding shales.
Trace the flux to its source, deep in the cleft:
the red vulval effluent never fails,
a perpetual menstrual flow, gift
of Gaia in the throes of earth-womb’s need.
The earth is female: I have seen her bleed.
Highly commended in Cannon Poets “Sonnet or not”
Competition 2014 and published in
The Cannon’s Mouth, December 2014, Issue 54.