Motherland
Motherland
Stacia Priscilla
Come now, beloved,
indulge on this hunk of
a honeycomb the way doe
-eyed newborns feed on
their mother’s free-flowing
nectar; gaze into her depths,
sip summer and lush
pastures, clutch onto
the thickness of her warmth
and truth till they’ve gathered
enough strength to fly
beyond her cradle-valley--
witnessing nothing gold
but the setting sun and how
every lip eventually meets
at the mouth
of our maker
Ekstasis Magazine