Original poem by Gavin Tonks rev 1 14/03/2011
storms, dark thundering hooves and lightning
in creation’s maw.
Rain and life
beat down upon me.
The hard packed, dry earth, wet splattered,
dark blood red, earth images,
underneath my flesh feet, made from rain.
Original pagan power, magic, stretches forth,
Goats, cows, lions and snakes bare foot ancien…
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