The front page poem changes whenever I feel like it ;)
All work on this website are original poems by Dena L. Moore and are copyrighted. If you would like to post any of my work on your site or in print, please contact me or my publisher for permission. The poetry on this site is only a very small sampling of my work.
This page was last updated on May 10, 2008
Copyright February 2001 - 2008
Dena's Poetry: Poetry of Love, Loss, and the Occult is Written, Designed, and Maintained by
Dena L. Moore.
Within the Womb of the Earth
Drifting in shadows,
Gliding through damp and rotting flesh,
Putrid and clinging, grasping, shaking my prana,
I descend into form…
Inanna Falling--
Within the womb of the Earth
Dead things come to life!
Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust
The dried and forlorn seed springs to life,
It’s shoots pushing through, tendrils reaching skyward,
As my body lies in the tomb - my bodies lie below ground
Like that seed, no! fertilizing that seed,
And I enter that flesh, what is left of that flesh…
Why? Because I can…because I am curious
And I wonder…I wonder what the dust feels like
Beneath the corpse -
I wonder what it is like to be within the Earth,
Watching the roots travel down, down, down…
Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust
Within the womb of the Earth,
Dead things come to life…
I see it with eyes that cannot see,
Feel it with flesh that cannot feel,
It is a part of me - and a part of you,
A tiny aspect of our universe, seemingly negligible,
But oh, so important!
I lie within this flesh, my favorite flesh -
Once she was a beautiful woman with the darkest curling hair,
Smooth creamy skin, and the most amazing bone structure and now,
Now she is empty - well, almost! - and decaying,
Lying here waiting for the Earth to consume her and feed
Those tiny crinkled seeds,
Nourish those dead things to feed the living -
Within the womb of the Earth,
Dead things come to life…
Dena L Moore
May 31, 2006
