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