Blood Of My Mother

Blood of my mother,
dark red glistening luminous life force,
washed on me as i birthed from her.

Blood of life,
my mother running through my veins.

Eternal life,
cup of Goddess,
moon woman of divinity.

Ancesters feed me with their blood,
i say,
all the way back!

Nourishing blood,
strong dark mother earth,
hearth labour,
labour of blood.

I give my blood,
once for a week ,
a sheding of my snake skin sexualy renewed.

I walk free,
knowing that i am me,
free free free!

Babies blood,
my blood in thee,
me and thee,
sweet communion of my femininity.

Clothed with the moon,
priceless perfect in the small light like apparition.

Ella Brown 2010

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We all come from the Mothers,even if we do not bleed monthly, we have all been washed in the blood blessing of our mother at birth, that is the real communion!

we pass on our sacred blood to our children and any blood we shed is a blessing back to our earth from whence we cometh!


blood, femininity, woman, mother, feminism, feminist

I grew up as a dreamy child, walked the mooorland, heath and dale. I was always aware of colours, mystery, depth. I started to sing at an early age, to draw and paint and make collages from old leaves.When i was a young adult i started to paint and write poems much more. Today i live among the somerset levels, lanes and hills. I write and sing, paint and perform. I look forwards to more performing and painting.

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