Geraldine Moorkens Byrne
The Alabaster Babe - Poem by Geraldine Moorkens Byrne
Here, among the hollyhocks
be-decked, like the lady I am
Spurning, with fiery virtue
a god of love disguis-ed as a ram
Here, among the primrose,
beneath a christian sky
head, held like a goddess
and breasts bared to your curious eye.
Here in country garden,
in city mews and courtyard I am found.
In mundane worlds a touch of magic
in profanity a patch of sacred ground.
I am the alabaster babe,
my diety forgotten in your day
I am the prettiest flower of your garden
a piece of pagan past that got away!
Comments about The Alabaster Babe by Geraldine Moorkens Byrne
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Still I Rise
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Edgar Allan Poe
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep
Mary Elizabeth Frye