Nativities: a poem
Nativities
Godlings are born racily.
They are excavated
Into life by the strong licks
Of the world-cow, suckled
By goats, mares, wolves
Blossom of oak, blossom of broom,
Blossom of meadowsweet
Go to their making.
They erupt through the paternal
Skull fully armed, hatch from an egg,
Or appear, foam-born,
In Cyprus, in a shell,
Wearing a great deal of hair
And nothing else.
This one arrived
At the time of the early lambs
By means of the usual channels.
- U. A. Fanthorpe, 1987
Ten points to the first to provide a link to the post on this blog containing the full image of which this is a detail.
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6 comments:
A ha, back to here
http://nothing-new-under-the-sun.blogspot.com/2007/12/marys-song-revolutionary-hope-ii.html. gotta love the technicolor wings on gabriel.
oh, right, tags. alas, too late anyway.
Wow - you both posted your answers in the same minute, so I'll give ten to Moffitt and nine to H. Goldsmith (the blogger formerly known as David).
Of course, there are still points back there for someone willing to read the comments.
And Moffitt - you've now comfortably passed 200, pulling ahead of the other contenders for 2nd place.
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