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POEM: Mabon by Rosana Garcia
Demeter weeps, for the week will bring her daughter’s annual abduction. Persephone shaves her legs and gets her hair done. She’s returning to her husband next Thursday and all must be in place. She no longer wishes for her mother underground with her, no longer cries as Mabon approaches, no longer shakes in fear, thinking of her husband in her bed, no longer treasures chastity. She wants his skin beneath her, wants him inside her. He has sent messages to her through the worms and snails, speaking of binding her in play reminiscent of their first night, centuries past. Every woman tried to make her scared of a man’s aggression, but they simply did not know how to handle theirs.
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Now he is my kind of man, what a sensual poem, thanks for the great post. val |
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