Like an unopened letter from God,
Like white icing on a cake,
Like the seal on a bottle,
Uncut, pristine, unadulterated, not fake.

Like the first gulp of water,
Like ice from a glacier,
Like the freshest of entrees
Untouched, pure, clean and sincere.

As fresh as Eve, as sweet as Mary,
Coming to be wed,
Celebrating the hymenal feast,
Bringing her maidenhead.

Like red and white roses,
the blood on the bed.

by Julian O’Dea


13 responses to this post.

  1. Posted by Svar on April 20, 2012 at 11:39 pm

    If this isn’t a good argument for marrying a virgin, nothing is.


    • I wrote this following a discussion at Alte’s blog recently. I am taking a break from her blog. The DA thing was the final straw.


      • Posted by Svar on April 21, 2012 at 12:57 am

        Final straw, how? I don’t understand your attachment to DA.

        I’ve talked to Alte about it. The situation is not like what it seems.

  2. Posted by Anonymous on July 30, 2012 at 8:30 pm

    So…errrr….what about tampons? They can also tear the hymen e.g. for women who swam on a team in their youth and had to use them.


  3. I just noticed that my wife is carrying red and white roses as a bouquet in some of our wedding photos. Maybe that is where I got the imagery from.


  4. Cf.


    The Imperfect Enjoyment by the Earl of Rochester.

    “This dart of love, whose piercing point, oft tried,
    With virgin blood ten thousand maids has dyed …”


  5. […] My poem on the subject is here. It is my most heavily read piece. […]


  6. […] “Epithalamium” (wedding poem) […]


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