Our Goddess

Kevin Michael Bloor

She dances ’neath the showers
at odd, nocturnal hours
among the trees and bowers
where witch and black cat cowers.
They say she has strange powers
like wizards in their towers:
a ghost who glares and glowers,
whose gaze can fade the flowers.
She stares at milk; it sours!
Like demon she devours,
but in the daylight hours
when sun dries up the showers;
she’s goddess who empowers
and we are glad she's ours!

  • Author: Blue-eyed Bolla (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 8th, 2020 09:46
  • Comment from author about the poem: for Lorraine, our goddess
  • Category: Love
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  • AwHec8

    You do go deep, just like a woman has the mind to do.

  • Goldfinch60

    That darkness will always turn to love when the light is upon you.

    Andy



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