Tuesday, 16 February 2016

Piety


Statuesque
Curves with hard lines
Sensual
And powerful
Proud
Undeniable

Atop a pedestal
Worship
Familiar and foreign
With those devout
And those who rout

There are those who use Her
Charlatans
Speaking their own gospel
As they bow
Surrendering to Her fertility
And beauty
With false piety

Alive in cold stone
Acolytes fail Her
Ones she praised
As much as they praised her
With a fire
Now ashen
As she chills
Wishing still

For the stirring of passion
Of disciples
Allies true
A goddess
Once regarded high
Alone
Distant
Removed

So Atlas lowers Her
From His shoulders
Her weight no longer His burden
She cascades into space
A final resting place

Ebony hair becomes night sky
A luminous aura, her eyes
Womanly frame
Accentuated by stars
A constellation
Without devotion
But now, freedom

She drinks from the dippers
Big and small
Bathed in starlight
Bare as Bathsheba
The world
Her thrall

They take Her in
Men of science
Romance
Defiance
She has transcended
Burning in the darkness
Her light
Illuminating Their night

Passive
Exhibitionist
Midst the masses
Cool, not cold
Far, not distant
In sacred eternity
Sharing a pantheon’s
Destiny

Embraced by gods,
Monsters,
Myth,
Legends, and lore
The stars
Not the earthen floor
Is where she belonged
All along
And forevermore

Artwork by Corina Chiril.
Inspiration provided by Eric Syrdal by sharing this musical piece.


3 comments:

  1. Wow! That was absolutely amazing and beautiful!! So beautifully constructed and complex. Brava! Well done, Larysia.

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    1. Thank you, Eric! I really appreciate you taking the time to read and comment! Pleased as usual that you think so highly of my work!

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  2. Wow! That was absolutely amazing and beautiful!! So beautifully constructed and complex. Brava! Well done, Larysia.

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