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Issue 15 Autumn 2010
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by Doreen Hopwood
Laughing lithe, pubescent nymphs,
Well fed flesh and lissom curves,
A glimpse of phallic spears,
Priapic thoughts of twisted love,
Faces flushed, mouths agape
Look askance at blades of trampled grass
And tempered bronze aflash
In fields of brutal rape.
Meadow flowers garlanded,
Wrapped around each pretty head,
A virgin ploughed and harrowed,
Entombed among the slumbering dead.
Such desolation wrought
Upon this once florescent place,
Sacrifice and favour bought
by nubile breast and comely face. ©Doreen Hopwood, May 2010 |
Doreen Hopwood |
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| Doreen Hopwood writes: "I live beside beautiful Loch Lomond in the Loch Lomond and Trossachs National Park. I am a therapist teaching relaxation techniques, yoga stretches, and Indian head massage. I also work with crystals and vibrational healing. I perform with a poetry group, Clylevlom, and much of my poetry is Goddess focused and deeply influenced by ancient myth and folklore. I also enjoy hosting Goddess events celebrating the Goddess in all Her aspects. E mail me at dorryhopwood@hotmail.com." | |
