nettle soup

Mother sat in the garden in the rain

.

Plip plop

Mother's smock was ripped at the hem

.

Smell-smock

Her feet scattered cuckoo flowers

In the wet grass

.

Mother's breasts were done,

Her limbs were done

Muscles and nipples dark wet

Swelling through the ripples,

Shining.

.

Her smock a wet rip

To creep into

You will look

But don't know

The cruciferous petals

.

Mother squats

Suddenly shot by rainbow

As the sun smashes into the rain

Bare toed ,

Bare legged squat, she snaps the nettles

The sky paints her spine with a silver line

.

Dripping with light and rain

Nettles gathered in her lady's smock

She turns bare bottomed in the grass

Strides

Towards the dark kitchen

To cook

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