in the Field of Anguish

in the Field of Anguish

In the Field of Anguish a young round bellied girl-woman walks without volition

stumbling, soft bare feet tremble on damp earth, volcanic shocks surround, in

inescapable embrace, rising deep within,  a single purposed  searing spark

flares,  in a conflagration of womb filled  flame. Her hard held frozen serenity

surrenders into panicked run as all boundaries known  shimmer permeable,

surreal,  and at the precipice of crescendoed inescapable consequence fall - as

she slides through the sodden scream soaked  field of Anguish into the silent

gentle sun slanted Meadow of Bliss - sweet velvet grass cradling new life, each

sense focused in this peace stilled moment silent but for that solitary sparkled

cascading cerulean cry of fresh life born from the now forgotten 

Field of Anguish.