Memories as our hard drives

Yellow dust on a bumblebee’s wing,
Grey lights in a woman’s asking eyes,
Red ruins in the changing sunset embers:
I take you and pile high the memories.
Death will break her claws on some I keep.
“Less is more"

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maidenstomothers

maidenstomothers

For me Maidens to Mothers is an exploration of the psychological death and the rebirth of women when transitioning from their maiden selves to being mothers.