Man within The Mother: a poem to read for a reflection on constancy


Man in the Mother: art by Aimee Lister

It is the sun on the leaves and

the wind in particular because

it carries that smell of change

of movement

of sound

and pushes life into me

each breaking morning.


It whips the telephone wires against each other.

But the slanted shadows on the rooftops stay still,

marking the constancy of man within the Mother.


An olive tree twitches its leaves and

the laundry points towards it,

one accusatory tea towel as ancient as civilisation

on which to wipe our hands of

our rude interruption

and corruption of Her.


By Louder Than The Storm contributor Georgia Cadoret.


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