I posted this poem before but here is the sculpture that inspired it. Fidelma Massey's Marriage of the Sun and Moon.
Bring it on
They say it
won’t last.
Him with
his webbed feet and shaggy mane.
The heat
alone of him will melt me, they say,
erase my
quarter, half and full phases,
my gibbous,
crescent, waxing and waning moods.
Hang the
consequences, I say, holding the apple between us,
me, like
Eve, tempting him-
A kiss
about to weld us into a near perfect O.
Expulsion
from Eden , tree
of knowledge, forbidden fruit,
Bring it
on, I say, bring it on.
Copyright with Cathy Leonard 2017
Based on
The Marriage between the Sun and Moon By Fidelma Massey
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