My Pecan Tree Poetry Blog

Sense the pulse and full splendor of womanhood
Anointed of grace
Sometimes wearing entrapment like adornments
Hearts full of special places
Awaiting to be filled, refilled, refined, re-defined
Aligning with the woman within
Draped in the pureness of love
Draped like universal deities on our seemingly frail, yet strong bodies

Inherent to our spirit, we birth songs of pain
Strengths of nations yoke us
For we are the vessel of man
Never marred

Natures’ marvels, embedded in our souls
Gentle and sometimes torrent
A bird’s chirp
A spring rain
The crackling bolt of lightening
The roar of thunder
Knowing that in seasons, torrents will subside
Knowing that in seasons, peace in womanhood
will reign forever as treasured adornments.

Celestine McMullen Allen
Copyright 2010