61. Papatuanuku

In the dim, dark corner of my mother's wash house
a young Papatuanuku stands forgotten and alone
She wears her school uniform off her small frame
a cardigan of dark green and a tartan, green dress

Lost and forlorn, tired and forgotten
her young body trembles from exhaustion and cold
She turns to face me with dark, hazel eyes
the sadness of which, goes straight to my soul

She once was revered and held in esteem
and where prayer and ritual were offered to her
But here she now stands amongst laundry and litter
relegated and sent to the back of the house

She gave rise to the Sun and a bed to the Moon
and fed civilisations for a million odd years
but no-longer can she, now feed or sustain
the appetite and hunger of modern day man

I take from my bag a pounamu stone
which sparkles and shimmers bright pink from my touch
As she takes it in hand her hazel dark eyes
begin to turn yellow and brilliantly gold

Our Papatuanuku will soon come of age
where her body will grow and her spirit will soar
and spiritually we will have to evolve
no-longer sustained, by those things of old...

40. The children of the gods

Laying his head down on my chest
with longing and intent deep in his eyes
He yearns once again for the touch of his mother
last felt eight times a thousand, years, ago

But his gaze doesn't fall upon my own face
nor is the longing or yearning for me
It's for his mother who lies by my side
whose spirit lies dormant as she sleeps, as she slumbers

My partner - a male
continues to sleep
as the children of Isis
draw close, draw near

Anubis the jackal still lies on my chest
but his hazel brown eyes are fixed on his mother
Sobek is here, a shy timid croc
and so too is Apis, the bull in the corner

For the time being, until she awakes
I will give comfort, I will give love
I scratch under chins, I rub under bellies
and blow warm sweet kisses into hair and to bristles

If she is Isis who lay with Osiris
then I'll be her sister and aunty to these
I will take care of the children for now
Until their own mother can love them once more