Earthly body

I am made of the places I was nurtured in

You’ll see no house or pale walls in my makeup

My curvy and irregular build

Short round trunk with cracks and bruises all along its length

Eyes reflect the canopies of a deciduous forest

Muted greens and yellows lined my world

Framed by strands of mud and earth

Matched with dark mossy water

Though i don’t often believe I am beautiful

I do believe in earthly beauty

A woman with the strength and stature of a mountain

A man’s kindness reminiscent of a young wren

My grandfather with oaken skin and a knots a plenty

They are so beautiful to me

So I try hard love my boggy self

I’m learning to love the way animals and babies see me

A soft warm resting place to lay upon

The inexplicably comfort they feel in my arms I’ve never understood

Maybe they feel the soft earth and warms winds that sculpted me and feel the same peace I did all those years ago.

Madam