The first in a series which may vary with mood, season, inspiration, materials found.
bronze winged phallus from the 1st century AD via the Guardian
The rich ores of that barely conscious cry
Forge instantly, spear-sharp, to accuracy:
Not love, or not yet love, the sacred act
Speaks to that ‘worship’, passionate, exact.
The truly human action which of all
Seems most material, most animal,
This rite of adoration, thigh to thigh,
Creates the star-strewn goddess, the deep sky:
What all those churches shoddily declare
When the theologians smoulder, mystics flare,
The long-limbed, clear-eyed Stranger, worshipped in
Incense of breath or transubstantial skin
– excerpt from Statement by Robert Conquest. Read the rest here, and interesting profiles of him — card-carrying communist at Oxford, Thatcher speechwriter, historian, friend of Kingsley Amis and Philip Larkin, editor of science fiction anthologies, composer of limericks — here and here.