02/10/2025
It's National Poetry Day π so here's one I wrote recently π
If my blood spilt onto this earth
Like it has a thousand times
An offering
A sacrifice
A ritual from my womb
An abundance of flowers would soon bloom
New life
Beginning
Creativity
Rippling
Fertilising the land
As fertile as I am
My blood would not poison snakes
From decades of unfelt rage
I have felt my anger
And the anger of those before me
Uno reversed it
Turned it into power
Sweet sweet nectar
Honey from a bee
Is all that now drips from me
Love
Love
Love
Fertilising the land
Blood dripping from my hand
So my daughters blood
Who will soon grace this earth
Will only ever be
Sweet sweet nectar
Honey from a bee
For she comes from me
And I felt it
Rearranged it
All the rage
the pain
the hurt
So she will N E V E R have to question her worth
Only sweet sweet nectar
Honey from a bee.
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