Pages

Sunday, August 24, 2014

Walking on a Shell Road in North Carolina

From Theoi.com: "The Birth of Aphrodite"

I never liked Watteau's "The Pilgrimage to Cythera."
It seemed a confection, nothing like the goddess
born from sea-spume tinged with blood and sperm,
borne on a scallop shell, sharp edge slicing the waves.

Watteau's dry brush evaporates in this god-haunted
place. Aphrodite is here, there's no place she is not,
but here we must meet her at the end of a shell road,
shards of oyster shell and scallop cutting our bare feet.

"Isn't she the goddess of beauty and pleasure? Then why
is the walk to meet her so painful?" It's the breakage that
paves the way, a sparrow says; it's love's pilgrim path, coos
a dove. I suck a drop of blood from my thumb where a wild
rose pricked it. Aphrodite might be laughing as I pick my way
down the road, but she'll know I'm her own when I arrive.

5 comments:

Dale said...

"You might be laughin' at me -- you got the right..."

Love this.

Larry said...

Enjoyed this, Lori!

Lori Witzel said...

:)

Lori Witzel said...

Thanks, Larry!

Shelly Lowenkopf said...

Ah, you're back.