There is no cure for mean and stupid
The Goddess is dark and beautiful with knowing eyes.
The Goddess is old and walks with a cane.
The Goddess is the colour of rich cream and is surrounded by art.
The Goddess is the colour of brick dust and watches over the flocks surrounded by no one.
The Goddess is pink, flushed from a race.
The Goddess is pale and sits alone in the dark.
The Goddess is small and wizened with dark eyes.
The Goddess is round and strong with muscular arms from hard work.
The Goddess is thin and ill and labours to breathe for it is work.
The Goddess stands with arms out blessing her gardens and fields.
The Goddess is dying in her bed surrounded by ones who love her.
The Goddess dies alone on a dirty street ignored with the trash.
The Goddess cries at injustice and pain and abuse.
The Goddess walks strongly on mountain path leading children of all shapes sizes and colours.
The Goddess follows behind and hopes she makes a difference.
The Goddess is in everyone of us.
The Goddess looks like us.
The Goddess is in the mirror.
Listen to her.
©2014 Kat Robb
Introducing myself in person is always awkward and on paper, a little worse. Hi! :::waving at anyone brave enough to read this::: I’m Kat to my friends and Mary Beth to my book readers. Hopefully you will be friends. I consider myself a biographer not really a writer except when creating most of my blog […]