England’s Messengers #poetry

 

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I have been thinking about the bee and bear

one guarding, one circling

a hidden chamber

pointing to the vast womb

open always to receive

Meg’s eye

pulling inward

red, like the rise of the serpent

The blindfolded girl

freeing the eyes to cloak the body

in white. I  have seen you before

pulling the sheet of slumber

and now you ride

 to meet me

upon the hill of death

to  peer inside the fertile land within