Thanks, Brenda, for the link to the essay that reminded me of the poem below, written after viewing an image of the Venus of Laussel and reading Sacred Pleasure by Riane Eisler.



Upon discovery you were dismissed–

another Venus, another paleolithic fantasy


For 25 million year you stood in Laussel's rock,

your happily bloated belly almost jiggling


while one hand holds a crescent moon

notched thirteen times, marking cycles


your free hand points

to your reddened venus mound and I know


you are more than man's plaything


— B_

This poem might have seen its way into one of my chaps, can't recall offhand. And I just received word that it will be included in an upcoming Sandburg-Livesay anthology.

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