A spiritual woman

A spiritual woman
Is an oyster shell
On the outside
There is a huge ocean

She is strong
Like a giant Greek statue
That pours out the Hellespont
Into the Mediterranean
From a jug
And Europe and Asia are her epaulettes

When the summer solstice
Lines up
With the standing stones
She glass
And the light
Flashes off her

Waking along the beach
You might pick her up
And in her shell
Are little dolls house windows
And inside
A pearl is making the bed

But she doesn’t know
That she is spiritual
It doesn’t occur to her
As she does the shopping
For her neighbour
That the bells
Ring for her

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s