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Lavina, Canto 9:  On the Island of Gyneclia (Part 1 of 2)
by Julian X  /  poetry  /  22 May 2008

Lavina and Ishtanni

paddled through the night, in shifts,

and continued through the next day.

But near nightfall, a storm began to rise

and soon one was paddling franticly

while the other scooped up water

in her hands and desperately pitched it over

the side.  The canoe was taking on water,

twisting in the waves, and they feared

it would capsize.

 

They did not see the island

until they were upon it,

so thick was the storm and rain.

They made their way quickly ashore,

then drug their little boat up the sand

to save it from the waves.

 

The girls were drenched, nude in the tempest wind,

and feared death from cold.

They looked around for shelter, but saw none.

A forest met the beach, but the two could see

the rain pouring down from the large, heavy leaves.

Talking, they could barely hear

above the rain.  Looking,

they could barely see to look for shelter.

They saw some rocks down the beach

and made their way, running through the piercing rain.

As they climbed the wet rocks, still naked,

they saw a black space further off, what could be a cave,

and began to make the wet ascent

towards this mirage of protection.

During one stretch, the rock was steep,

and they had to step carefully

on the wet, uneven rock

as they flattened themselves against the protruding wall of rock,

afraid of slipping, of tumbling down.

The waves crashed below them, and a few times

the gaps were large between the rocky ledges.

At length, they could climb again,

the rain still pouring on their naked forms,

and they saw that the black had been, as they had hoped,

the opening to an enormous cave.

 

The two went inside, shook off,

and then went deeper

until they found a smooth, curving wall,

against which they went to sleep.

 

In the morning, to the call of birds,

Ishtanni woke first and jostled

Lavina awake.  They ventured out, onto the rock,

and at once saw a bird with plumage

so full of whites and yellows and reds

that they thought it the most beautiful bird

they’d ever seen.  Its beak was golden

and curved, and its eyes were large and wide.

They made their way up the rocks,

where from an elevated position they could survey

the whole island.  It looked to be one green forest,

full of life and punctuated along its edge

by large and jagged slabs of black, volcanic rocks.

Beach stretched all around the forest,

encircling it, and a bay of white sand

lay past the tall, verdant, inhospitable mass

on the opposite side of the island.

Birds of all sizes and colors called and flew above the green.

The girls marveled at it, and thought the bay

a nice place to live for some time in this paradise,

to build some shelter and take a break

before voyaging off again.

And so they decided to make their way

along the coast, avoiding the jungle

and traveling instead by sand.

 

They climbed down back to the beach on which they’d landed,

where they found their canoe, upside-down

and strewn with seaweed.

They picked it up and, between the two of them,

carried it upon their shoulders

as their feet traversed the soft, moist sand.

Sand greeted foot, sand greeted foot,

again and again as they trekked, nude,

for most of the day –

until at length they reached the bay.

Arriving at last, the bay seemed enormous

after seeing it so small from so far away.

It stretched out wide before them,

curving out to meet the sea

with a wide arc of white sand.

 

But then they saw commotion –

humans ahead, there at the bay’s base.

The two girls quickly moved to the treeline

in order to watch and ascertain

whether some natives might catch

and rape them yet again.

 

Ishtanni wanted to venture through the jungle

to better spy upon the tribe.

Lavina was more reluctant, but Ishtanni started off at once,

and Lavina followed, loyally,

leaving their canoe where the sand met the trees.

They crept slowly through the bush,

the trees and leaves, and wet soil,

careful not to make a sound.

Lavina hated each step, anxious

that they would be discovered

and thrust back into some terrible bondage,

but Ishtanni pressed onward

and Lavina dreaded being alone.

 

They crept and crept, crouched all the way,

until they could see a clearing

at the base of the bay.

There, a batch of humans talked and played

in grass skirts among reed huts,

with many coming and going, to and fro,

playing on the beach.

Only this time, the two girls noticed

there were no men.

 

Not a long time had passed

as Lavina and Ishtanni stood watch

before a girl, clad in little grass skirt,

nearly bumped into them from behind

and, started by their presence,

started screaming.

The startled girl ran quickly towards the encampment,

while Lavina and Ishtanni fled the other way.

 

Running, Lavina and Ishtanni heard a great tumult behind them

in alien tongue, accompanied by the sounds

of women running after them

with strong athletic legs,

disturbing brush and calling out to one another.

Before long, the two girls were overtaken

and surrounded by the warriors of the tribe:

women with painted faces, streaks of bright color

across their cheeks, screaming faces

despite the grass dresses,

clenched white teeth, intense wide eyes,

spears in their hands, leveled at the two girls.

 

Lavina and Ishtanni screamed in fear and held each other,

but the warriors approached from all sides,

spears in hand, threatening.  Suddenly,

one plunged the thick spearhead into Ishtanni’s thigh,

splitting the skin wide, and down she fell,

screaming now in pain.  Lavina

knelt at once and cradled her, but the shaft of a spear

knocked hard against her head, tossing her

aside.  The warrior women knelt on top of her,

binding her so tightly

that the ropes ate

into her wrists.

Her head pressed hard into the mud,

Lavina could only hear Ishtanni screaming

as they bound her hard, bleeding, against the sand.

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Lavina:  A Sexual Odyssey:
Lavina, Canto 1:  Lavina and the Prince (Part 1 of 2)
Lavina, Canto 1:  Lavina and the Prince (Part 2 of 2)
Lavina, Canto 2:  Isabel and the Harem (Part 1 of 2)
Lavina, Canto 2:  Isabel and the Harem (Part 2 of 2)
Lavina, Canto 3:  Cesinare and the Harem (Part 1 of 2)
Lavina, Canto 3:  Cesinare and the Harem (Part 2 of 2)
Lavina, Canto 4:  The Fall of the House of Borheya (Part 1 of 2)
Lavina, Canto 4:  The Fall of the House of Borheya (Part 2 of 2)
Lavina, Canto 5:  Anarolyni and the Harem (Part 1 of 2)
Lavina, Canto 5:  Anarolyni and the Harem (Part 2 of 2)
Lavina, Canto 6:  Return to Halyptus (Part 1 of 2)
Lavina, Canto 6:  Return to Halyptus (Part 2 of 2)
Lavina, Canto 7:  Lavina at Sea (Part 1 of 2)
Lavina, Canto 7:  Lavina at Sea (Part 2 of 2)
Lavina, Canto 8:  On the Island of Firanet (Part 1 of 2)
Lavina, Canto 8:  On the Island of Firanet (Part 2 of 2)
Lavina, Canto 9:  On the Island of Gyneclia (Part 1 of 2)
Lavina, Canto 9:  On the Island of Gyneclia (Part 2 of 2)
Lavina, Canto 10:  Lavina in the Desert (Part 1 of 2)
Lavina, Canto 10:  Lavina in the Desert (Part 2 of 2)
Lavina, Canto 11:  Lavina the Slave (Part 1 of 2)
Lavina, Canto 11:  Lavina the Slave (Part 2 of 2)
Lavina, Canto 12:  The Courting of Lavina (Part 1 of 2)
Lavina, Canto 12:  The Courting of Lavina (Part 2 of 2)