Not unknown to explorers,
no dragons inhabit her,
rather her portal
is close.
Tree legs bent apart,
lying on her back,
passage into wood’s womb;
Invitation, accepted.
Our lady firstborn wisdom
made hills and furrows,
mothering all creation,
fertilizing possibilities.
Forthbringer flowers, birds;
unfurling leaves,
covering branches,
garlanding grey suburbs
procreating imagination,
paving extravagant road.
Raising seven pillars,
upholding wisdom’s palace.
No blue robed statue
but lifeforce blooming,
revealing your fecundity
everywhere we look.
Abundant progenitor
of life’s mystery.
Beauty this hymn
raised to your majesty.
Sun at your head
moon, stars underfoot.
Triumphing over
material conformity.
Great unveiler,
apocalyptic one
leading into twelfth house,
where truth is known.
© Phil Kemp 2025
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