They are not Venus Statues It is her own self that shape carved and pushed into polished mammoth bone to entice a soul from the other place to this world soft mounds of flesh growing and plumping fecund hopeful happy bulges where they are supposed to be for the life burgeoning within Her eyes dance with delight as sisters and brothers braid her hair adorn it with herbs scents to lift the mood further to cleanse, to promote what they all want a little one, helpless and soft they long for the wail of the new She caresses the small statue that is giving life and strength her strength for the birth and the milk after strength to the new life hope for an easy transition from there to here a safe birth for both All is preparation and happiness all is her her own self shaped in the bone
Kim Whysall-Hammond is an expert in obsolete telecommunications arcane who believes, against all evidence, that she is a good dancer. She has been published by Ink, Sweat and Tears, Amaryllis, London Grip and Crannóg amongst others. You can find her at https://thecheesesellerswife.wordpress.com/
Amethyst Review 