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The Whore of Bethlehem
Her perfume is the charred-black ghost
of subterranean brimstone,
her dress a peaches-and-cream snub
to modesty and mother’s milk.
The silken attitude she wears would make
a prophet warn for years
of just such sweet daemons.
Only whores and mothers, all,
the women of the Testaments. Leant
in the doorways of the troubled soul
as prostitutes of ghettoes where
the Ghost has given up.
I see her, my embodiment of this,
and feel her odd power. To be ugly and tempting,
serene and chaotic, a slap
to ordered masculinity: the whore
of Bethlehem.
of subterranean brimstone,
her dress a peaches-and-cream snub
to modesty and mother’s milk.
The silken attitude she wears would make
a prophet warn for years
of just such sweet daemons.
Only whores and mothers, all,
the women of the Testaments. Leant
in the doorways of the troubled soul
as prostitutes of ghettoes where
the Ghost has given up.
I see her, my embodiment of this,
and feel her odd power. To be ugly and tempting,
serene and chaotic, a slap
to ordered masculinity: the whore
of Bethlehem.
Published 17th Dec 2018
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Anonymous
17th Dec 2018 8:27pm
That is one fine opening line, the kind I wish I had written myself, a swirling dervish of the dichotomy of the feminine manifestations in all its unholy and holy glory, divinity in the sanctity of desire.
These are the temptations that lead to witch hunts, that lead good men into the wiles of ancient sins, the promise of releases both physical and emotional. The desire to consumate the confessions of desire, in release. The taboo of female sexuality which is both a biological derivative and reinforced by culture....
I could write an essay on this piece, and I thank you for it.
These are the temptations that lead to witch hunts, that lead good men into the wiles of ancient sins, the promise of releases both physical and emotional. The desire to consumate the confessions of desire, in release. The taboo of female sexuality which is both a biological derivative and reinforced by culture....
I could write an essay on this piece, and I thank you for it.
Anonymous
18th Dec 2018 1:05am
It’s that last stanza, boi. A fine reflection for any half-mortal Heathen.
Thank you for sharing.
-M
Thank you for sharing.
-M
