The Alabaster Babe Poem by Geraldine Moorkens Byrne

Here, among the hollyhocks
be-decked, like the lady I am

Spurning, with fiery virtue
a god of love disguis-ed as a ram

Here, among the primrose,
beneath a christian sky

head, held like a goddess
and breasts bared to your curious eye.

Here in country garden,
in city mews and courtyard I am found.

In mundane worlds a touch of magic
in profanity a patch of sacred ground.

I am the alabaster babe,
my diety forgotten in your day

I am the prettiest flower of your garden
a piece of pagan past that got away!