I have my wife to thank for the most recent piece of poetry to go along with the work in my series of female characters. Whilst I enjoy writing, I’m not much of a creative writer, so I am very lucky that I have her to handle that side of things. The poem for Moon Carvings goes like this…
The moon’s glow illuminates her every curve,
A surprising softness in the dead of night.
Her hand is steady as she traces the shape of the new moon,
The crescent, the symbol of her faith.
She bathes in it’s glory, feels it’s presence in her womb,
She worships the spirit of the lunar goddesses, their blissful existence.
And thus she is reminded that all women possess this same spirit.