Nut

 

The woman with the short cropped hair, silver above her large pointy ears, walked her figure 8 a spiral up and down and round and round and round 3 times, in her black boots, three inches to her knees on her spring grass green and sea blue ships Captain's deck where she was called Nut.

The woman was a pirate through and true, adopter bred from the witches brew, once new and also old as so it was told traveling a vortex fold.

She grabbed the yolk of the flying ship like reins of powerful horses with wings at her might to steer the rudder for, Angels be near and capture souls of the dead that rose she did to hold them to her breasts till the time just right.

Be still and listen

One day I’ll tell you a story

Those that are in charge of the birthing are cutting open the mothers and removing the children and they never get to go through the birth canal, something that is difficult and sacred. A fate worse than Death for the child. 

As we ready to celebrate St Patrick.