Bathsheba Revelations illume curves -- those fatal loins glow and breasts forgive every deception. Hips eclipse Heaven as flesh begs for conspiracy. Ungodly plots burn between her thighs and prophesy groans as the king bows to lust, seeding perfect wisdom from a stained throne. Cyndi MacMillan This poem was written as part of the ekphrastic 20 Poem Challenge. Cyndi MacMillan poetry has recently appeared in Grain Magazine and the Fieldstone Review. Her verse, short fiction and novel-in-progress resentfully compete for her attention. She lives in New Hamburg, Ontario, home to North America’s largest working water wheel. Coffee and family allow ideas to percolate.
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January 2023
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