(Poem 1) this arse (still so terrified of pears) by Kerryn Coombs-Valeontis

"venus of mother" by Kerryn Coombs-Valeontis.
“venus of mother” by Kerryn Coombs-Valeontis.

this arse –(still so terrified of pears)

 

(bottom too dreary, backside reserved for aphrodite)

born of the mother:  pears reclining on daybeds on drowsy

veranda’s in the temple of the venus of wilendorf-

i rub the years from her worn hips i know

each curve and vein inking deltas over her arse

 

this arse was branded – shame seared onto sinless

flesh:  father god’s belt wielding welts of love’s bidding

yaweh demands a sacrificial lamb

 

magazines warmongering against this arse cast into

vanity’s bonfire – terror has taken

this arse prisoner of war (this arse clenches tension)

frozen; this arse only appears in the mirror

mirror on the wall – a smiling assassin

leering “will this arse fit into irons?”

(still so terrified of pears)

this arse – stuffed into canvass stitching

pinching soft ovaries

 

this arse  given to a daughter

who shakes that booty like its black

backing it up artfully against

a world, that takes her measure by it

 

you ring the bells of this arse in wild adoration

like a norman lindsay painting in the throes of spring-

i want to worship this arse

as you do

 

[Editor’s Note: The word “arse” is equivalent to “ass” in the American English.]

 

(Meet Mago Contributor) Kerryn Coombs-Valeontis.