buried in the rubble of an ancient campsite
two thousand years or more since she last saw daylight
just a large lump of mud with hidden heart of stone
how many years has she slept there alone
between my fingers I crumbled that clay
and once again she saw the bright light of day
wide hipped
large breasted
fertility charm
there she rested
natural material
carved crudely
smoothed and shaped
very rudely
in simple explicit form
heathen goddess of rebirth
linking renewal of life
to this simple earth
i keep her as a souvenir my only one
symbol of a time and faith long gone
now she rests in state in my study room
a place more fitting than her ancient tomb
she watches me and sometimes it seems
she charms her way through my day dreams
