I AM NETTLE.

The Blood, the Iron, The Hearth;

Woman , man;

Heart-beat, quiver and quim,

Stretch and knot,

Massage and hot.

I give pulse to things long dead

Fence past my forms so cruel

And there are

things to savour;

Tongues of flavour

Long distance memories of raves and crazy

I AM NETTLE

I give heart to the failing one

And make them Warrior;

I give form to the stiff

And make them the Greatest Dancer;

I give mind to the Orator

and gifts of memory to the Seer.

I AM NETTLE

My blood runs rich in ores, in oils,

my stings, my sores,

Are worth the getting of and more….

I am the milk that fattens babes

I am the sex on wild lake shore…

And sweet memories

Of an innocent time;

Where we fled in the woods,

Filled our bellies with berries;

Lay where we would.

And it only went wrong

When the first of us looked in the Mirror..saw God…

ate the fruit of Doom…

(Not the Nettle…)

I AM NETTLE

I give pleasures of innocence

I do not take away

I am not the Mirror that constantly begs the questions

I am…Life

I am …Joy

So come stay, play with me….

……….JOY, LIFE………