The red half-moon falls in my bath water
like dry peony petals from late June.
A gold crescent appears for the daughter.
I stir my tea, thrice, with a silver spoon.
Warm droplets coat my tongue like the sun’s embrace Chamomile, lavender, creamed honey.
Shadows swallow a choking maiden’s grace.
Cyclical patterns flow in harmony.
A soft swash flows over my firm vessel
directs me to dock my internal boat
settles in a safe space where I can nestle
and take rest as I let my body float.
Maroon menses link like rosary beads.
Heavenly hands cradle my womb’s ember.
As the red half-moon falls to Earth and bleeds I am nurtured into a deep surrender.
About the Author
Corrina resides in Winlaw, originally
from Ontario, and she approaches writing as both a creative outlet and a personal journey of self-discovery. Passionate about her community, Corrina enjoys capturing its essence and sharing heartening stories that reflect its unique vibrancy. Through her work, she seeks to explore the complexities of the human experience, expressing her thoughts, emotions, and insights with authenticity and creative depth.
