Great Mother

Great Mother...
ecstasy dance;
inside the fur of the wolf,
the wings of the hawk

small ants on infinite journeys,
turtles moving to earth time.
water wrapping around rocks,
old tree leaning with time.

blood, sweat, passion's fluids,
the pulse of a cold mountain.
thunder and lightning, clouds hang,
the taste of flesh lingers...

naked by the fire, shadows
on the walls of the cave....
chanting, humming, praying....
with hands bruised and grateful.

poem by Eric Cockrell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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