Who is on the plum tree?
I would like to introduce Tina Jane Clowes Kay. She is new to the plum tree and has sent in this marvellous interpretation of MOTHER! I am extending the time you can send in your submissions to or anthology, so be creative and send us your poem/art about the qualities of MOTHER!
Her eyes a sight to behold,
hold still that place of horizon
where streams of life pour forth
seep through the tapestries of her green
and rays of light look up to meet sun rise.
Her hair untangled
carries the wind on silken wings.
Ringlets spiral free,
forever flowing from her crown
circle the mountain peaks.
A rainbow arcs a bridge
amidst her watery stare.
Reflected in the face that gaze
the lake of her serene.
Rivers run with oceans of heart
as arms wrap around embracing the whole.
Warmed from fires stoked in the womb
where love is birthed and given form.
Flowers sprout from the folds of her gown
are cheery in their nature.
Dimples form a smile,
dotted in the weave.
Woven in the patchwork quilt
which clothe her feet
imbedded in the ground.
Where life treads
threads of stirrings
imprinted in her soles.
The moon sits quietly within
spinning the threads of that to come.
Unpicking the seams of that
which has been,
repairing the frays undone.
Illuminated in blaze of sun,
her halo can be seen
within the sheets of sheen.
Lovingly she blows kisses,
from petaled lips of sweetest bloom.
Scented with the cherished
touched upon the blessed.
Her palms are open and giving,
holds scars of past and hopes of future,
laid bare in their forgiven nature.
New growth renews the old
The dormant are resurrected..
© Tina Jane Clowes Kay