She was a goddess,
rising over her altar top,
with two plump offerings
granted to her and
laid out for me to worship.
Gold lam'e wrapped
an hourglass base,
in a tight heavenly form.
I longed to bend and kiss
these sacred orbs,
but I was a mere mortal,
simply admiring from afar,
the twin gates to her providence.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Artis
A contest entry
- Altar by Polaja.
850 points, ended June 3, 2008, 11 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Bah - the applause didn't work...
Pol
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this is a wonderful poem! I really like this take on the prompt - I never really thought of anyone running with it to quite this place!.. the imagery is crafted very well and I like the tone of the piece - thank you so much for your entry 
Keep writing
Polly
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