I like this do you have other fantasies to share ?This is me stripped naked and ready to be sacraficed in public.
A very “budget” (poor) version of the altar...View attachment 1268473 on the sacrificial altar
For pretty well all of us, I guess, our first encounter with imagery and accounts of Crucifixion
was in the context of Christian religious teaching, art and ritual, in which the idea of Sacrifice is central.
As a young adolescent, kneeling during the Offertory, I'd imagine myself being led up the aisle,
laid on the altar, my naked body lifted up and displayed, my blood poured out ...
Wicked, blasphemous thoughts! Not long ago, I'd surely have been burnt at the stake!
But the idea of (being a) human sacrifice is closely enmeshed with my fascination with the Cross.
It's seems a while since I did much to justify the title of 'Poet Laureate',
so I'm going to post a longish poem about (being a) pagan sacrificial victim.
It's seasonal, Lughnasadh (say "lunar saw") being August 1st,
traditional start of the harvest (Lammas, 'loaf-Mass', in English).
I've drawn on bits and pieces of Celtic mythology and Scottish folklore,
but it doesn't pretend to historical or archaeological accuracy.
There are footnotes mainly geekish,
but they also give a rough guide to how the Gaelic names are pronounced.
Well, one of the bits of folklore that I had in mind when I was writing that was the ballad of John Barleycorn - many versions in Scotland and England, notably one by Rabbie Burns - in which 'John Barleycorn' is treated in all the ways a grain of barley is in the process of turning into whisky or beer. And also The Wicker Man (the 1973 film has lots of scenes in Eul's home territory!). So at the end of my poem I'm being sacrificed in a similar sort of way - I deliberately left it a bit misty, exactly what's being done to me, readers can imagine for themselves, and you've come up with likely interpretations - and, yes, 'ploughed and sown' hints at ritual rape.Wonderful, unique, the best poem!
I love it.
But ... tell me please a little bit more about "be ploughed and sown, cut and threshed, crushed with the stone, burnt".
I undearstand that:
be ploughed - the ploughshare in her vagina or (maybe) anus;
be cut - cutting her breasts, labia, clitoris, and (this is the first question) - is that mean cutting her abdomen and extracting her guts?
be threshed - beating by a flail, until her bones broken;
"be crushed with the stone" - means "grinding her broken arms and legs with the millstone", isn't it?
"be burnt" - be roasted alive.
But, what does mean "be sown"? If it means to be fucked and sown with male semen, then this action should be after the ploughing?? (The second question).
And several song versions have been done - the ones I know of are by Fairport Convention, Jethro Tull, and (likely the most famous) by Traffic. In fact, Traffic (headed at the time by Steve Winwood) had an album called "John Barleycorn Must Die". It's quite good, and features almost 1 crucified slave girl named Eulalia (okay, zero really, but it is still a good album).in which 'John Barleycorn' is treated in all the ways a grain of barley is in the process of turning into whisky or beer.
Well, one of the bits of folklore that I had in mind when I was writing that was the ballad of John Barleycorn - many versions in Scotland and England, notably one by Rabbie Burns - in which 'John Barleycorn' is treated in all the ways a grain of barley is in the process of turning into whisky or beer. And also The Wicker Man (the 1973 film has lots of scenes in Eul's home territory!). So at the end of my poem I'm being sacrificed in a similar sort of way - I deliberately left it a bit misty, exactly what's being done to me, readers can imagine for themselves, and you've come up with likely interpretations - and, yes, 'ploughed and sown' hints at ritual rape.
https://www.bbc.co.uk/arts/robertburns/works/john_barleycorn_a_ballad/
Well, one of the bits of folklore that I had in mind when I was writing that was the ballad of John Barleycorn - many versions in Scotland and England, notably one by Rabbie Burns - in which 'John Barleycorn' is treated in all the ways a grain of barley is in the process of turning into whisky or beer. And also The Wicker Man (the 1973 film has lots of scenes in Eul's home territory!). So at the end of my poem I'm being sacrificed in a similar sort of way - I deliberately left it a bit misty, exactly what's being done to me, readers can imagine for themselves, and you've come up with likely interpretations - and, yes, 'ploughed and sown' hints at ritual rape.
https://www.bbc.co.uk/arts/robertburns/works/john_barleycorn_a_ballad/
To add to your comment, golden sickles were not neolithic. It could be bronze age or later.The thing about a lot of these accounts of neolithic sacrifice rituals (and is this even really neolithic in the 4th century BCE?), is that they have often been sensationalized for political ends, notably to emphasize the immorality of pagans, to promote Christianity. This is not to say that human sacrifice did not go on - it almost certainly did among druidic religions, and in the Norse religion. However, the orgiastic nature of such sacrifice has been brought into some dispute. Full on depravity was not likely part of the actual ritual. Makes an interesting story for a site like ours, or for Deviant Art, perhaps.
Only when Moon, the protector of women
Sleeps behind Earth’s dark door,
Only when the greedy sea
Creeps to the top of the shore,
Only when the Boar-God Lugh
Speaks in the thunder-roar,
Then, only then, can men perform
The rite of Lughnasad.
Brilliant, blinding,
Lightning reveals you!
Death-roar of thunder,
Word of the Boar!
Now must a’Mhaighdean
Be ploughed and sown,
Cut and threshed,
Crushed with the stone,
Burnt till the raw flesh
Peels from the bone –
But first, let the Boar-God
Make her his own!
At damp dawn, ravens
Relish what Lugh’s left.
Well, it’s rather beautiful. And high time you wrote another!Yeah, thanks guys.
Would anyone care to comment on my poem?