Tuesday, 13 November 2012

Star Maiden

My egg
wrapped in netting.
Grounded by five
spikes of the porcupine; out of Africa,
a woman She became.


She had no legs, 
just an ovary
of infinite size.
Compatibly sweet and uniform.
Her name, dazzles like the stars,
and shines upon her face;
Ever watching and warming - 
our sweetest Angel, Grace.


(A swan protecting her eggs)



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