This is probably my favorite poem that I have ever written, because it is an expression of Mother Earth and female divinity. I wrote it in July 2011, so it isn’t new, but it’s always held significant meaning to me so I’ve decided to share it here. Hope you enjoy!
The sunbathed goldfish swam from her head, and
Coral spilled out from her elven ears.
Her cornsilk braids danced underwater in
Impulsive coils as she flew above the clouds,
Spilling bubbles and raindrops in her wake.
Stars would shoot from her forehead and
Crash into planets, colliding to form new worlds.
Her eyes would drown the purest of men,
And her velvet touch could caress anyone
To sleep.
She was a lovely thing, she was.
Her skin was porcelain that sang out with scars,
Bleeding for affection. She had nowhere to go
But to swim in her mysterious waters for eternity,
Attracting hungry sharks.
Her lips pulsed with the rage of volcanoes, and her
Body danced with the force of hurricanes.
She had blistering eyes that sang of redemption
Through the force of flames.
She was a shy little pixie.
Her wings were splintered and frostbitten, and her seashell
Teeth clashed together into broken bits of bone.
She was forsaken, but she never knew why.
Unholy ceremony was laced between her pearl fingers,
But she didn’t mean anyone discomfort.
Her hair twisted into knots that bred a fateful cocoon,
And she was transformed by a maelstrom of flames.
An inky black sea consumed her, until she was reborn
To a symphony of falling stars, much like the ones
That used to spring from her lovely head.
The sky bled a vermilion light, forced by the sun
Into a twisted, macabre pose of seared sylphs
Consorting raindrops to serenade her reawakening.
She held the power of earthquakes and cyclones
Inside of her, hidden beneath doe eyes.
She had a grand purpose in life,
And she had the greatest freedom.
To grasp it firmly was strength and courage,
But to allow it to flutter into her hand like a fragile bird
Was wisdom.
Heaven in a Wildflower 
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