MICHAELA

She is an Earthed angel

a star seeded

a bolt of lightning

laying the ground bare

a strip of truth

a slip of silk

and then something like the smell of lavender

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it was cool and quiet inside the cave,

in the belly of the earth,

heartbeat of our ma heard

in the rattle of the stones

and a deep silence.

she climbed inside the womb hollow, curled there, listening.

painting her face with gold,

a halo under her green eyes

a crown for a seeress,

we spoke of angels…

of raging fire,

passion thunder,

storm and rain,

all that lives inside soft animal bodies of women.

angels are not always sweet,

sometimes strong

and fierce,

they can be warriors