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The Bona Dea

a phallus was erected upon the plateau of stone
a horn of plenty where sat the throne
thought to be of the ruling masculine power
a shrine where garlands lay every One O’clock hour
yet, in my solitary expedition I soon discovered
the fallacy of this claim that long had hovered
as I hid behind the ruin of fallen pillar and column
a parade of women both somber and solemn
carried many shapes of phallic member and make
of marble and crystal, wooden or wax, one like a snake
as they encircled the greater One they removed their wraps
sarongs and tunics unfolded like blankets and maps
as I was privy to some secret and ancient ritual
while they laid down for something more than conceptual
in unison they inserted their apparati one by one
none seemed to jump the gun (pardon my pun)
when moaning and crying aloud in almost rhythmic splendor
a surge of energy and sensation between receptor and sender
inundated with perspiration as they writhed like serpents in a pit
each arched their pelvis and heaved their breasts in some holy fit
until each of them, with smiles like rainbows, had been self-sated
and, the necessity of men had all but been essentially negated
a mist in the evening air arose from their glowing forms
above, in the heavens, it seemed, approached a growing storm
the blessings would rain down and cleanse their naked dance
for they absorbed and gave of something not by chance
in their most secret of performance in this awesome delight
for it was their feminine pleasure in this most sacred of rite.

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Bah Bah black Sheep- A hippie, rebel, highly individual. While loving creativity I have always done battle with the practical/impractical aspects of life. Sitting here in my aerie observing the world, the stars above and the other pinpricks below..
Been writing poetry since I was 14, now 62

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Comments

  • Narcissus17
    Narcissus17over 5 years ago

    aww. This poem deserves credit for its appropriate melody; the rhyme scheme suits the truth’s absurdity! Those poor girls :(
    hehe

  • why, poor girls?

    – mychaelalchemy

  • charliethetramp
    charliethetrampover 5 years ago

    i love reading your work
    it just has a sage countenance to it
    and the imagery it depicts
    conjurers such a rich glow of life
    and flowing movement,..brilliaint
    i don`t suppose you have a vacancy for an apprentice

  • thank you very much…I have had a few apprentices before….

    – mychaelalchemy

  • Narcissus17
    Narcissus17over 5 years ago

    poor, ofcourse, because they think “apparati” can convincingly conterfeit the flesh!

  • well, you’re thinking like a male…women, have so many ways of receiving it would astonish you…

    – mychaelalchemy

  • Narcissus17
    Narcissus17over 5 years ago

    pagan rituals amidst ruined temples being the least of them :p lol, i won’t ask, dn’t worry :D

  • Although, I, myself, seldom practice and ritual, I do consider myself a pagan

    – mychaelalchemy

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