For The Earth Is A Maiden

Nothing of this Earth or Sky
Is made of men.
Nothing of such beauty
Nothing of such power.
For the Earth is a Maiden.
The Sky, Her soul.
The clouds, Her softness.
The stars, Her Lovers, remembered.
The thunder, Her Primal Call.
The rain, Her tears.
The floods, Her assurance of Her Power.
The tornadoes, Her Fury.
The gentle breeze, Her kiss.
The cold winds, Her Command.
The fallen leaf, Her reminder of death.
The bloom of spring, Her giving sense of renewal.
She is ours. Yours. Mine.
For the Earth is a Maiden.
And she is beautiful.

Reviews

[Fabian G. Franklin]

I really like the idea of the earth as a maiden and the personification of her as an entity...her blood would be lava and her tears, rain...her clothing; flowers and her white mink made of winter snow...the metaphor could be taken all sorts of directions. I enjoyed the read.

[Nipplegrinder]

I'm quite pleased you enjoyed this. Your additional similes, make me realize I could have added another stanza, or three. Lol Thank you for your kind review.

[Dara]

This is a wonderful message of empowerment for women. Beautifully written and full of superb images and and parallels to 'Mother Nature'.

[Nipplegrinder]

Why, thank you! I'm pleased you like this. :)

[DeerInHeadlights]

The stars, Her Lovers, remembered..

love this line. a poem in itself, a very good depiction of what we relate to as ourselves.. when we look to the stars we are either in awe to the fact that we are indeed the center of the universe- in all directions, and at times we look and remember our lost lovers.. those who meant the most.

[apennylate]

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She is mine, and she is beautiful... Earth my maiden... A sliver of passion for the dirt we reside on... Entrancing...