A Modern Myth

Woman on the outside

Goddess on the inside

Rules with her smile

Commands with bare hands

 

In an ordinary urban world

She beautifully jars

Like a precious relic

From a past time

Fate governs all

And you are not part

Of mine

 

When we speak

I fall through the years

Out of the mundane room

To an ancient temple

 

Our positions of power

Remain

But now she rules from a throne

And I bow from the floor

 

The click-clack of her heels

Now a rhythm of sacred prayers

Ricocheting down the temple

Bouncing off golden floors

 

Her hand-bag transforms

To a sphinx to guard her

Its cruel jet-black eyes

Leer and sneer back at me

 

I am the meek mild

Sacrificial lamb

Just seen its first spring

Laid on a bejewelled platter

Ready to be offered

 

There is thunder all-around

Weighing down the air

The gods are hungry, restless

For their appeasement

And we will satisfy them

 

Her with the knife

And hungry lips

I alive, wild, terrified

 

And so her knife plunges

Into my naked skin

Powerful mystical mouth

Opens on her regal head

Bows down to greet blood

My beautiful blood

The only gift I could offer

 

Now they are ecstatic, ferocious

She keeps my fading body

Warm, on the plinth

As the wind roars

Jubilantly in celebration

And velvet lighting

Dances in the sky

 

The drums pound

Joining forces with the wind

The incense hazy in my eyes

I see her face so close to mine

The colour draining,

Pouring out from the world

And she smile

Blood stained lips

Brushing mine

 

It is enough

Enough

And so much more

So I can slip away

Into the hands of greatness

To the hands of the Gods