Sally Plumb Plumb

Rookie - 494 Points (23 9 1940 / Haverhill Suffolk England)

Ritual


Hunters moon is risen
and Septembers dusky virgins,
half naked, tight thighed
and country barefoot,
walk the scorched, dry grasses
in deep glow.

Breathing late
warm air about
their gentle breasts,
they sense fresh
preying suitors
garlanded in poppy wreaths....
softly chanting,
love and peace.

Beneath an airy canopy
loves sacrifice released,
the moons still pendulum,
a fiery, curled light
bequeaths the rich
and fertile night
its secret, earthly rites.

Sally Plumb

Submitted: Wednesday, August 12, 2009

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