Mother Earth is breathing fire upon a line of distant sky
kissing her fair child farewell as the shadows and shades draw nigh
The dark daughter now arises from her bed of lavender blooms
and stretches nimble fingers out across the room.
She kisses her pale cousin as she passes in the hall
and dips a knee in homage when she hears her father’s call
Mother Earth is breathing fire upon a distant line of dawn
kissing her dark child farewell as the curtains all are drawn.
The fair daughter now arises from her dewy, rose draped bed
and smiles for the moment, though her mind might change again.
She waves to her brighter cousin as they pass along the way
and waits to touch her father’s hand, pausing there to pray.
Mother Earth is breathing fire, her fury frightening the sky,
her iron heart resounding the toll of a battle cry.
She arises now herself from her bed of hardened clay,
and holds her head in disbelief, anger, grief, dismay.
She stands upon the ages where once the world was born
and cries into the ashes, forsaken and forlorn.
Reason for writing:
There is a song on a Garth Brooks tape that begins Mother Earth is breathing with every wave that finds the shore...The first time I heard it, and every now and then since, I heard Mother Earth is breathing fire...and it conjured such beautiful, vivid, terrifying imagery....I hope this reflects at least some of what is in my head....
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