This Birth

Sonnet — An Invocation to The Mother #17

Published on April 29, 2021

This Birth

This Birth

Sonnet — An Invocation to The Mother #17

How many elements in my memory,
Borne in bone remembrance of stone,
In flesh are imprints of soil and clay
And my mind bears a seal of the moon.

All my endings and the many births
Have led from animal to human bud,
A patient sun now doth disclose
A secret part greater than the clod.

A petal here, a petal there unclose
A savour and fragrance yet unknown,
Midwifed by a hundred powers
A pristine child is upheld to the Sun.

To Thee O Mother I submit this birth,
May all its becomings bear Thy word.