Bacchus Brings Her
Bacchus brings her blue-violet bunches from a landscape teeming with patina’d clouds. Trees bend around her but their bare bark offers no protection against wind. She crouches no cave no pelt no warmth. He brings her leopard skin and nectar. He brings her to a cave steaming with warm waters. He shelters her under his shaggy brow licks his lips and scatters grapes like amethysts on a dry floor. Taunja Thomson This poem was written for the 20 Poem Challenge. Taunja Thomson: "My poetry has most recently appeared in Anti-Heroin Chic and will be featured in the September 2016 issue of Halcyon Days. Two of my poems have been nominated for the Pushcart Award: “Seahorse and Moon” in 2005 and “I Walked Out in January” in 2016. I have co-authored a chapbook of ekphrastic poetry which has recently been accepted for publication and have a writer’s page at https://www.facebook.com/TaunjaThomsonWriter"
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Norbert Kovacs
10/21/2016 07:29:00 pm
This poem creates an erotic narrative for the painting that I wish I had imagined. Thank you, Ms. Thomson.
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