Gaia’s Birth

K.Hartless
‘Gaia’ by Alyssa Monk

She lay with Heaven and bore deep-swirling Oceanus.” Hesiod’s Theogony

I’m a spring weed, vines
repined by frosty season
but now they’re creeping,
and dirty despair buried me,
fantasies of hard shoots
and double D leaves, all
thawed by shifting reason.

My germination is defeating.
I make myself into a seed
curled over, cold snap slaps
soften my shell, the protective coat
receding. I make-believe the embryo
inside me has all it needs,
planted by a watery stream
of last night’s satin sheets.
If I hold still, will his gibberellin
stand me straight
push me into heaven?

© khartless 2022, All Rights Reserved

Published by K.Hartless

K.Hartless is a persistent poet and eclectic fiction writer. She’s been recently published in Luna Station Quarterly, The Last Girls Club, Edge of Humanity Magazine, Pure Haiku, and Spillwords. Her blog, Yardsale of Thoughts, blends fiction, poetry, music, and art to create new experiences for readers.

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