The red witch said, “The grail stories
are vagina metaphors. Please.
The grail’s round. It receives liquid.
The idea is that avid
worthy knights seeking it will come
to possess a magic kingdom,
either in this world or their heart’s.
It’s a quest that drives all the arts.”
The green witch, silent, just watched me.
I said, “By that thinking we’d see
Bermuda triangle reports
as failed vagina tales of sorts.
It’s a triangle. And it’s wet.
People get very passionate
when things disappear into it.
But the metaphor doesn’t fit
into the vagina pattern
since no great good comes in return.”
The green witch shrugged, tilted her head.
“I’m not sure no good comes,” she said.
“Sometimes,” she said, “myths are cryptic.”
“Something hidden?” I asked. “A trick?”
“Something hidden,” she said, “but seen.
What crafty call the naked queen.”
“Things disappear,” I said, nodding.
“Disappearing, to the plodding,
is a bad thing. But to the wise,
to the crafty ones who despise
this world as a base, corrupt realm,
to vanish means taking the helm
and going to a better place,
with an open heart, a pure face,
the magic kingdom the knights seek.”
The red witch nodded, didn’t speak.
I said, “I never thought this through.
This Bermuda triangle view.
As a vagina metaphor
it could be a grail myth, but for
us modern types, crushed, bored, lost, glum,
looking for a magic kingdom.
I never thought this through before.
This is like opening a door.”
The green witch said, “Cryptic riches
come from intercourse with witches.”
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