ancient symbols of burning gold

set in stone. pressed like buttons

a sacred code

secret doorway opening

 

must be kept safe

from thee

 

claustrophic seeds are sown

through the cramped tight,

wet hallways

 

once arm embracing

a fully rounded womb

 

the other hand clutched to hers

“this child comes soon”

 

must be kept safe

from thee

 

a repeated mystery

 

Amanda Potter©: 2019 Poetry Marathon