She yearned to know possession
Her aching womb forsook discretion
She led him from the crowded tavern
Skipped ahead, made sure he followed
A moonlit path between beech trees
To the hillside where the giant lies
Manhood carved from ancient chalk
Permanently erect, magnificent sword
He knew his seed had met its match
He prayed forgiveness for coming sin
Accepted her embrace, warm welcome in
Here! Now! She cried
To mid-summer’s stars spread out above
Both understood this had naught to do with Love.
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n.b. NaPoWriMo 2024 Day 30: Mythology. A carving into a chalk hillside that spectacularly promotes fertility. Carrying a club and displaying his readiness to practise procreation, the Cerne Abbas Giant makes up with vitality what he lacks in poetry. He is a perpetual tumescent promoter of the fundamental need to mate.
The pub sign shown carries the giant’s image as he appears, carved into the nearby hillside.
CLP 30/04/2024
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