The wild waves

Your cold rejection struck like icy hands
Go back to Norway, you are banned
No  more with British women may you toy
You ,sacrilegious, broke  the heart’s own law

Go back to where the seals play in the wild
The icycles are cold  and I’m with child
I shall keep this infant though you’ve left
Women understand the warp and  weft

Nature  in its cruelty I detest
  Infertile women  walk abject and crushed
Giving birth   can change a woman’s soul
And exact an  unknown ,hellish   toll

My child was dead but then  awoke for me
The jewelled heart,  the soul,divinity

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