Ancient Rhythm

Blood Bowl                      Lucy Pierce

Ancient Rhythm

Nested so precisely in the crux of the invisible moon,

my womb spills forth her crimson elixir

and I delight in my body’s having come

finally to rest in this ancient rhythm.

The inward eye of the blood

reflected in the hidden face of the moon,

the treasure of the darkness two-fold,

the inner and the outer

and I know without a doubt

that She is my timepiece and my compass,

and that though I am Earth bound

my being spans the cosmos,

the workings of my womb

mirrored in the vast workings of the universe

and that I am a part of the plan,

so much bigger on the inside.

My blood is a fertile gifting from the stars

where the Grandmothers wait, watching.

It’s slick and pendulous flow

the caress that calls me home

to the molten heart of the earth

and to the mercurial mysteries of the universe

fathomed from within.

Lucy Pierce © 2013