Sonnet to 1680

before the vagina was the mop

beneath the merkin of the cropped

the sheath or scabbard took lusty knife

or plump the grain of the trusty wife

thus passed the girdle to the hips

never more to shape the lips

   of the fabled vase

 

the cover torn to make a rip

was rooted by the wag - to break or bite

the hollow root of wood so tight

◄ privilege

On Catching Sight of Autumn ►

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raypool

Tue 22nd Dec 2015 16:25

I have not got the advantage of research on this poem, but it pulls no punches and has a great earthy natural feel . Basic truths which need looking at in detail!

Ray

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