Exhalations rose from the mother
her heart haggard and quaked
The abuse had shackled her shoes
and she couldn’t walk away . . .

All that loved her, turned their faces
but not before twisting and tiring her naturalness
Notching her as a marked woman
there, in her stove of sickness

Suddenly, the trees were barking to Elohiym
and all her seas roared to Malek
Thunder was at an utter . . . for it had known,
the hunts up now, and the trumpet was blown!

Then a thimble of horns was handed to the butchers
and a holy laugh of archangels was fifed
Confirming Corinthians’ question,
"...how much more things, that pertain to this life?"

I heard one cry out, "Ye go now, sit and dine with the invalids,"
and another angel fastened her trumpets to the blind
as others flew over and down, blowing into them, sounding,
and the blinded ones were trying to find . . .

"Why are they toying with us?", I stood in tearful eying . . .
Then all chains released from the mother; She was finally free,
as the land damn split in two,
and the door to heaven locked and she, the holding key!

To magnify their feathers, my whole world seemed distorted
I fell to my knees, weeping . . . "but, I was her keeper!"
The thunder roared now, slistering, careless to time
Slenching, in the wake of the reaper . . . for who am I?

In this accelerated delusion I saw the Spirit Mother,
rise above her globose of earthen pants;
Sooming tincture from the moons, mightily . . .
And then poured it on the land!

Spooning us with her feathers,
our halves prevailed as one
With an earth sorned of all impurities
Here and now, Mother Nature, so proud at what she’d done!

Copyright 2007
Kimmy Van Kooten

Elohiym-the eternal world
Malek-the protectors of Elohiym and mankind
slistering- careless of time
slenching- to wake for the hunt to steal
sooming-to drink a long draught from a straw, slurping
sorned-sponged