(Poem & Art) Spinning webs by Nuit Moore


Spinning webs

the glisten ebbs

glowing with the potent curve,

molten with the lava merge,

spirals moist

of deep dark earth

and stones sing

of ancient birth.

Tides of primal female sacra

rust of raw

and stains of ochre

cave wall echoes mystic womb,

deep dark in the hive of hum,

lunar horn and crescent born

within crimson bloom.

Ritual Art (mixed media) – Dea Madres/Webs #11 from Dea Madres/Webs series


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