Challenge
Prose Challenge of the Week #41: Write about change through chaos. The winner will be chosen based on a number of criteria, this includes: fire, form, and creative edge. Number of reads, bookmarks, and shares will also be taken into consideration. The winner will receive $100. When sharing to Twitter, please use the hashtag #ProseChallenge
Gaea
In Chaos it began,
and in Chaos it will end.
I was created by Chaos,
birthed of a cosmic egg
by the space goddess
of primordial fog and mist.
Gaea: the earth
and mother of all that is in it.
In three marriages,
(what of love?)
I birthed sky and sea,
Gigante and mortals of my flesh.
My children rise up
and call me blessed
except the husband-son, Uranus,
companion created first.
I was young and lonely.
Nothing lived on me,
no one suckled at my broad breasts.
He threw about me
a starry coat of dark warmth
and we joined together.
Still, before the creation of time,
he grew lusty and cruel.
He embraced me in shackle arms,
imprisoning Titan god-children
in my wide womb,
until Cronus birthed himself
through blood and sickle,
then brought the others forth.
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