Blasphemy of Course

Blasphemy of course, the blood seekers wailed. Afraid of her God, Baal, terrified of her tantric sexuality She was all the things they feared the most. Assertive, calm, self-pronounced, meditative, Thoughtful. She would turn the women into thinkers! She was golden to their pretend silver. Fear encouraged them to plot her demise and death She is a jezebel, one who had been rebuffed said, stirring them up into a frenzy, enjoying their quickness to follow, without questioning his arrogance or his motives. Ophelia was sitting under Wisteria, watching a praying mantis, No concern at all, not realizing their fierce anger towards her Feeling one with nature, and Baal, she was content. Even forgiving Hamlet his mistreatment of her. Her thoughts were of Mt. Zion, and how beautiful her last visit to Jerusalem had been. She who had no knowledge of the fierceness Of feral men who misunderstood her, and were plotting to throw her over a balcony, to squelch her beauty, and her beliefs. She was a danger to them apparently.