Icemother

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Written By Dan Leighton
An image of a bog body frozen for thousands of years arising from the ice

Icemother

solemn sinewbound

sleeps in midnight sun

slinkmelts the stone

in the light

sableswathe laid down

for the hunter

lost in the swirl

and skirl of dreamtime

gentle soft she rises

stretching

cracking leaping singing

birthed in dawntime

rough hands

lifting her leather skin

skywards

blueblack womb

riptorn gouged and

stripped

creepsteal and break

the hunting ground

creepsteal and break

the keeper of secrets

sleeps in midnight sun

solemn sinewbound

Dan Leighton
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