.
She prayed to the gods,
“let me make love
to the trees in your forest”
but the gods were silent
and so she implored them again
“let me couple with the creek
that sings through your valley,
bear me up
to embrace your mountains,
cradle me down
to mate with the sea”
.
but again the gods were silent
and again she cried out
with trembling heart,
“please grant me consummation
with the universe this night!”
.
and once more
the gods were silent
but this time
they sent a man to her,
a man who had prayed
for the same.
.
(c) 1995, 2017 Betty Hayes Albright
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Bravo, Betty. π
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Thank you, Ben!
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A very enjoyable poem.
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Glad you enjoyed it, Charlie. π
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This is lovely.
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Thank you so much! π
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Beautiful
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This has a mythical quality to it, especially in its conclusion. Lovely, Betty! XO β₯
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Diane, you are always so perceptive – myth quality is what I was going for. (Should’ve tagged it as such – will do so now.) Thank you so much, as always!
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This is like an answer to my eternal (seemingly) prayer.
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