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tall tales of douens
sway with the old Silk Cotton -
of feet turned backwards
© gillena cox 2020


Blog hopping today with

Weekly Scribblings #2: Myth-placed


REVISIT
15 January 2017
15 January 2015
15 January 2014

1883

[image courtesy Wikipedia]

GAIA'S PATHOS [MAKING MYTHS 2]
Hearing his voice, she woke in yawning pleasure, for it was the time of union to transpose into birthing all that goodness could ever.
From loins and heart: skies and seas alive to a natural harmony.
The waters existed to calm, to soothe, to bathe, to absorb; oui.
Rain was never needed. Only existence held her
Clever passionate and full of love: the trees fruited, being, just like their mother

Ah but the pains of motherhood. Such offsprings seeking to mistrue, causing mayhem, strive and woe, morphed a path - The Undesigned.
Seeking waves of blood and gore so that now the saddened essence of Gaia, knows the passion of weeping songs to the cadence sad, assigned.
Sometimes, there be tsunami - passionate, like her wounded soul. Although, sometimes tears trickle, gentle like her heart, if truth be told.

Earth Day -
in a dawn serenade
the rain
GAIA'S PATHOS [MAKING MYTHS 2] © gillena cox 2016

Revisit
Making myths 1
Earth Day 2015
Earth Day 2014

HAPPY EARTH DAY 2016 EVERYONE

written for Magaly's prompt On her day Gaia wails


AND

linking to Sanaa's prompt Prompt Nights – Jour de la Terre – Earth Day [12]