"willendorf" poems
Venus of Willendorf
You seemed so distant
Cool and aloof on slide
Perhaps I was projecting
In the warm dark womb
Of Lecture Hall B
A silent world but for fan racket
From the Kodak Modal 4600
Eager to please on stiff little legs
Nosing toward the screen
Where you teetered
On impossible feet
Fighting a losing battle
With gravity I found
Touching, *******
No one could ignore
A chassis built
As the bluesman said
For comfort not for speed.
I hear Willendorf is nice
This time of year
Hint of fertility in the alpine air
Your crazy braids beckoning
Braille to a blind man.
Sep 20, 2016
Sep 20, 2016 at 7:41 AM UTC
*Great Goddess
In fertile essence you were shaped
Upon your head
ambiguous braids were draped;
******* as mountains
Belly the great giver of life
Monthly cycle an ocher fountain
Created from ancestral strife
Venus of Willendorf
30,000 year old
Archetype Matron
of Mother Earth
Corpulent bestower
Of genesis and birth.*
- Amy Green
Jun 15, 2015
Jun 15, 2015 at 8:40 AM UTC
I once beat-off to the Venus of Willendorf;
I think I was on acid at the time; it was funny,
how Bettie Page & Gypsy Rose Lee
combined in my head w/ fetishes like patent
leather stilettos & garter belts & stockings
& were still abstract & from a long ago time
of vaguely remembered places; [my senses ignited]
women & children & cooking & sea monsters;
we were there as we are here now; fascinating
Aug 14, 2018
Aug 14, 2018 at 7:12 PM UTC