In Her twelfth summer
the after shocks of Her birth
still rattled the earth
And the seven waves of a tsunami
made way for the generations
She would soon birth
The hearts of the prophets skipped a beat
which lead to temporary confusion
about Her destiny
But Her bloodline was royal
and the consistency of mercury
Her failure would mean a world calamity
Her fight to regain composure
was like a prelude to the apocalypse
acid rain fell in a futile attempt to
erase Her beauty, the sun and the wind
came to Her rescue
Then on the dawn
of Her thirteenth summer solstice
the universe shifted on its axis
a new moon joined the earth's rotation
and a star born thirteen light years earlier
seemed to appear out of nowhere
on the dark horizon.
(c)Nathan Richardson
published in Skipping Stones 2005
and in Ripples 2007
Mindworm Press, Chesapeake, VA
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