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Judi
post Sep 26 07, 18:03
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Revision 3
Sweet maiden, this is the day
of Festival of the corn god.

As you awake at dawn,
your mother holds you close before
she helps you dress,
then places a necklace of bone and metal
around your neck.
She sighs as she daubs your cheeks
with red pigment, and gives
you coca leaf to chew.

Your heart beats quickly,
and you hide tears the god
would frown upon.
You must be brave and smile
as you present yourself to him.

You hear people cheer as they walk
with you up the mountain to the volcano;
you wonder why the god wants you
and not a tender goat?

It is so cold, and the gray shawl
around your shoulders does not
keep the chill away.
They give you corn liquor to drink
that burns as it enters your throat.
Your mind falters as you sit placidly
waiting...you fall asleep wondering
when he will come.

You have been waiting for 500 years...
your sightless eyes closed in death,
your frozen hands lay primly on your lap.

He did not come
He will never come.

Judith Labriola


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Revision 2
Sweet maiden, this is the day
of the Harvest Festival
When you awake at dawn,
your mother holds you close
before she helps you dress,
then places a necklace of bone and metal
around your neck.
She sighs as she daubs your cheeks
with red pigment, and gives
you cocoa leaf to chew.

Your heart beats quickly,
and you hide tears that the god
would frown upon..
you must be brave and smile
as you present yourself to him.

You hear people cheer as they walk
with you up the mountain to the volcano;
you wonder why the god wants you
and not a tender goat?

It is so cold, and the gray shawl
around your shoulders does not
keep the chill away..
They give you corn liquor that burns
like fire as it enters your throat.
Your mind falters as you sit placidly
waiting...you fall asleep wondering
when he will come..

You have been waiting for 500 years;
your sightless eyes closed in death,
your frozen hands folded primly on your lap.

His day will never come!


Judith Labriola

Here is the story that inspired this poem..

http://news.aol.com/story/ar/_a/incan-mumm...S00010000000001




Original Version...

La Doncella you are clothes
in fine garments,
and around your neck is a necklace
of bone and metal.
Dormant hands lay primly on your lap...
sightless eyes are closed in death.

The gentle expression on your face.
belies the 500 years you've slept
a frozen death on that precipice
in Argentina,
a human sacrifice to the Inca God
of the Corn Harvest.

Was there a procession the day
of the Festival?
Did the crowd cheer you on, and carry
you on their shoulders as they walked
up the mountain?
Did you feel sorrow, knowing
this was the end of your short
time on earth?
We'll never know.

Perhaps you were perfectly
preserved for five centuries
to let others know that this
is not a gift any god wants!

--

Judith Anne Labriola

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JaxMyth
post Sep 27 07, 09:16
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QUOTE (Judi @ Sep 27 07, 09:03 ) [snapback]102793[/snapback]
La Doncella, you are clothed
in fine garments,
and around your neck is a necklace
of bone and metal.
Dormant hands lay primly on your lap...
sightless eyes are closed in death.

The gentle expression on your face.
belies the 500 years you've slept
a frozen death on that precipice
in Argentina,
a human sacrifice to the Inca God
of the Corn Harvest.

Was there a procession the day
of the Festival?
Did the crowd cheer you on, and carry
you on their shoulders as they walked
up the mountain?
Did you feel sorrow, knowing
this was the end of your short
time on earth?
We'll never know.

Perhaps you were perfectly
preserved for five centuries
to let others know that this
is not a gift any god wants!

--

Judith Anne Labriola

Here is the full story and I picture of La Doncella

http://news.aol.com/story/ar/_a/incan-mumm...S00010000000001


Hi Judi,

This one does nothing for me. it is 'telly' and prosaic.

Sorry to be negative but you take me nowhere beyond the surface and this is nowhere near your normal high standard.

This site discussing Heaney on the bog people has a degree of currency:

http://www.stanford.edu/~stagle/ESSAYS/SPR...0Punishment.htm

Regards,

Jax



http://www.stanford.edu/~stagle/ESSAYS/SPR...0Punishment.htm


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Judi
post Sep 29 07, 18:32
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Jax, I hope I have redeemed myself with this revision...Judi..

And I was not upset with your reply...I do appreciate your email but you owed me no apology. I was hindered a lot by the article itself, but gave myself some leeway with imagination. Judi


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