Bone Mother

i died
as you came
sewn to your name
grappling the soil
beneath my sternum
where vermin
root for remnants
of the bloodied remains
and i feel them
static pricks that stick
to fingertips
of shame
as she gathers her claim
my porcelain bones
and skin
beyond and within
the gruesome stain

M.G. Iannucci 2020

There is a graceful beauty in transformational pain.

The Bone Mother is the Celtic Goddess of Earth’s death and rebirth. Although fearsome, she gently gathers the bones of animals and humans, breathing life into them in the spring. She has called my name and I am young again.

Art: Woman

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