More, more
the need to create
Beauty

Surging, pushing, pulsing
through me

I am just beginning labor

Labor to birth
Birth that which is and lies
Within.

I want to write, write, write
and write

‘til I’ve filled all the pages
in my mind
‘til

‘til every space of whiteness is

BLACK

Black, dark
birthing womb of
my mind,
color of the night sky

Wings of the Raven

Black

Witch’s Cloak
Blood is almost black
dry

border and center

all is black

©Nicole Barchilon, 1980