Menaka Mena Mina
It was the snow time. The world icebound,
animals dug deep for savannah grasses,
roots and fallen nuts, berries.; wary of predators.
The seasons rocked between extreme
cold and long nights and mild cold and short nights;
yet, always, it was snow time.
Glaciers waterfalled into ice cold rivers,
here on the middle edges of the snow,
plants, animals, people lived.
A woman, tall and corpulent, sat proud on her padded rock
surrounded by young girls squatting or sat cross legged,
away from others, from grown women, from men.
The woman hummed, the girls fell silent.
‘today we come to understand how all things grow to adulthood
and that you are the special ones.
You are bound to the earth, to Gaia, you are her children
you like her will one day be mothers.
Menaka brought with her the cold times,
flooding the earth with ice and snow.
Sending Gaia’s children here for safety;
a mandate to tend for her other offspring also.
Mena visited presented all children hot passion.
A special gift delivered to one in every two,
a womb that resembled Mother Gaia’s, deep
dark protected fluid filled always renewed.
Mina decided this was not fair, a cave without a need
a bequest was donated to those remaining;
multitudes of tiny fishes to fight their way within
providing the providence,
more cherished children for Gaia’s sustaining.
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