Fertile Moon

Full moon fathers follies
fertile women rage
like the swollen spring river
the momentum pushing
laboring women to birth
new babies, new selves
girls become women
ready or not
full moon fertile women hot
and locked in the tower
take their daily walks
broke slipping baby things
into pockets, no one kept
them forever worn in lockets
they are a sheltered scattered lot
some sweet and innocent, some not
some mama instict strong
some Mama stuff severed and gone
so try again and again
phantom baby pain
never goes away
always feels like its still there
so who's crazy, who's lazy
who cares today; some go to jail
some go back to violent lovers
some stay in the tower
till rescued by themselves
many moons later.