Where the Nile bleeds into the sea
A menstrual glow nourished a seed of knowing.
Seekers found, learned, expanded and extolled
This seedling to sapling to timber to charisma
To a forest of math, music, astronomy and philosophy:
Beauty, verity and virtue unfold as jealousy eavesdrops.
Truth questions fable, myth and avarice while Theocracy itches.
Authority plots, forges, condemns and excites
Treachery to bend limbs of maturity to the streets
Where sickened shells scrape bark from the living tree.
The cambium, its defense against decay is exposed.
Zealot nails are driven into her pulp with lust as
Branches are dragged, ripped and burned within the church.
Christ chokes on the fumes.
The smoke signals an exodus, a Diaspora.
The mist mutes womankind.
The vapor forebodes Seminal Dominance.
Menses flow to the dark ages.
Augustus / Folsom / October 2016
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Augustus (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This is a different kind of poetry for me, one I've not experimented with before using alliteration and metaphor without rhyme or meter to tell the story of Hypatia who on the day she was murdered in 415 she was the world's greatest mathematician, astronomer and teacher. Some would say her Death ushered in intellectual decline.
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Dearest,
Please note, It's HYPATIA.
I find your Poem very interesting,but I need a bit of Time to consider your thoughts...
Why don't you write about American History ?! I need to learn,too.
Thanks for your sharp eyes. As for my reasoning: A friend of mine from Columbia posted on Facebook an article from a local paper about a movie entitled "Aurora", based on the life of Hypatia. The movie was never released for fear of anti Christian sentiment. I was so taken with her story and the aftermath that I just started writing about it. Also I wanted to experiment in a different composition. She was like tree of knowledge to which scholars were attracted.
American history? Not sure where the muse will take me next. Thanks so much for your interest.
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