It brews in my body
I feel the weight of it
Like a tree heavy with fruit
Sometimes i think
Women hold the whole world
In their wombs.
I pray for it
The purge, the release
Like summer rain
The land was longing for.
The world is dark
And I am small
But in my frame
I hold a bowl
Containing the magic
Of the universe.
The alchemy of creation
And the end of it all.
- Jenny Wren
