Nearly everywhere we look nowadays, Mother Earth is being used up and destroyed… I see this ravaging of our planet as a metaphor for women in society. This makes me very sad. Sometimes we are taken for granted, used up. Destroyed. The fire within us dies out. My poem serves as a warning of what could happen to us, and to our Mother Earth if we don’t each do something now to prevent it from continuing toward total destruction. Mother, Lover, Lady Hope by Alise Versella She used to light up like tinder Crackle like burning wood Her embers would burst forward Like moths from their cocoon Now they say she shatters A little more each day Breaking under the weight of Fallen trees and tidal waves The broken wings of traveling monarchs Are dying in the sky like her orange light Their fragile skins dust the cracked earth Broken like sockets of the eyes that lost their sight She was a force to be reckoned with Fire and ...
Women's Spiritual Poetry