She-Bear
I Am the Fore-Bearer, Cave Bear,
Great She-Bear who bears all,
Ursula, Callista, Artemis,
I dance, Eternal, from the Beginning,
pregnant with Self
in the cave of My womb,
My body dark as My lair,
My cloak, the sea.
Mother Madonna, Dona the All-Giver,
I bear you always safely
in the sheltering shrine of My body,
through the long winter of gestation.
I birth you from the good dark
between My legs
into springtime newness,
into light and spiraling truth.
My tongue licks
My amorphous stillborn cubs
sensually,
into all the shapes and forms of life.
I bare My breast for you. The stars
are teats on My endless flanks:
eternity, infinity of nurturing.
You nuzzle in the furry dark,
breathing in time to My beating heart.
When I move in My sleep,
space finds a new way of curving.
You have so many questions
but the answers can wait till spring.
Sleeping and dreaming, I heal all, fulfill all.
My purr snores through your sleep as vision.
I embody gentleness, strength, and wisdom.
Anna before time, Perenna,
My roaring mouth
is the fanged, devouring cave of chaos,
tomb of all.
Peacefully I crunch lives
like sweet berries, sweet ants.
My clawed paw
rakes a staff for music
across the face of night:
each world a note
in My cosmic song.
© Tamara Rasmussen 2018