Cave Artist – a poem by Ann Cuthbert

Cave Artist
This body is fluid.
I have entered Her.
Now I will give birth,
bring out the likenesses.
My eyes find forms,
lift them from Her body,
my hands ease out
their bones, their flesh,
cajole animation, 
conjure breath.
This is no illusion.
I am bone and antler,
hoof and fur and skin.
I am inside Her.
Everything is inside me.

Ann Cuthbert enjoys writing and performing poems, usually with the Tees Women Poets collective. Her work has been widely published in magazines and anthologies online and in print, most recently 14 and Not Very Quiet magazines. Her poetry chapbook is Watching a Heron with Davey (Black Light Engine Room Press). 

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