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An Estampie For Would Be Lovers

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This is a whimsical poem and song reflecting on the exploration of adolescent love and sexuality. The title of the poem underwent a number of changes from “Deserted Places”, “Empty Lots”, before I finally decided on the present title.

As an adolescent, I had my favorite places in which to, in the parlance of Ruthie’s Aunt Evie, “molly buzz”, or “make out” to describe this activity, largely resulting from the response of raging hormones and adolescent infatuation. The poem is a reflection as to whether the celebrated, secluded “lover lanes” of the past are still being utilized by the adolescents of today and how the pandemic has changed or curtailed the patterns of adolescent sexual exploration. While not endorsing immoral behavior, I am not blind to the fact that adolescents really don’t give a hang as to whether their behavior is moral or immoral as they are experiencing the throes of hormonal excess.

I naively conclude that the present day pandemic has lessened the “near occasions of sin” committed by our present day adolescents, while acknowledging that they are probably still throwing caution to the wind and continuing the long time behaviors of their ancestors.

I used the Medieval dance, Estampie, as a way to express this musically.

Ah, those isolated places where once cars and bodies huddled together, the “lovers’ lanes”, in which submarine races were observed with no winners posted, “to score”, an abashed innuendo of conquest and shame. These secluded spots. grass trampled down by blankets and cars, where sexuality was explored, car windows fogged over by the breath of its occupants, shaky adolescent hands fumbling with buttons and catches, a stroke here, a grope there, an indignant slap leaving its mark across the cheek of the offending, and the hickey, the mark of Cain, adorning the neck of the willing. Only overgrown grasses now huddle together with overgrown weeds, hiding from sight these lots these lots vacant of humanity and near occasions of sin. A pandemic plucks the blossoms off of young adolescent love. Social distancing causing near occasions of sin, minor and major, literally out of reach. The facial mask, the chastity belt for the lips, thwarting even the most chaste of kisses. The buildup of hormones threaten to burst adolescents asunder. Confessionals as empty as hospital maternity wards, I fear for the propagation Of the human race.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2020




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