Goddess

Goddess
by Michael R. Burch

“What will you conceive in me?”
I asked her. But she
only smiled.

 
“Naked, I bore your child
when the wolf wind howled,
when the cold moon scowled ...
naked, and gladly.”

 
“What will become of me?”
I asked her, as she
absently stroked my hand.
 

Centuries later, I understand:
she whispered: “I Am.”
 

Published by Romantics Quarterly (the first poem in the first issue), Penny Dreadful, Unlikely Stories, Underground Poets, Poetically Speaking, Poetry Life & Times and Little Brown Poetry