wishes become real;
behold, the mistress of bees –
married & with child.
the goddess haloed by the radiant sun.enthroned outdoors, she is a pregnant queen.
expectant mother of a god, she’s keen
to keep the hearth & nest; her veil undone
that he-who-soars-above can suck upon
her thaumaturgic breast & feed & ween
& grow to venge his sire & make things clean,
this falcon child whose eyes are moon & sun.
when sky & earth are wed, creation thrills;
the same when will & reason are conjoined.
all progeny thereof are thus enjoined
to bind to nature’s bones, in rocks & rills,
old set –who can be bound when he is named –
his power never broken merely tamed.
© Joseph McNair; 2009
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