Kneel before the rich black mud
the minty plants smell when bruised
she sees the double backed burden
spouting eggs into the brown tea water
shame gathers with the loaches at the bottom
as the dragonfly larvae pounce
and eat those who have just been born
the shadows hold no magic to her yet
Hands fly, she captures a creature
pulling its leg to keep it safe
pulling its leg to keep it there
She wants it there
but it wants to be returned to darkness.
Tue 16th Mar 2021 15:03
what a superb piece of poetry
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