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.
