Fear No Poetry
Excursions into poetry with no boundaries nor expectations.
Friday, October 6, 2017
Almighty
No matter who is pregnant,
nor how, within
the chalice of her body
the match is struck,
alight, and there blooms
the unspeakable goddess
Almighty
in a tiny cake
of cells.
J. Pratt-Walter,
©
2017
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