Rosmerta; goddess of abundance and fertility (rosmertiae) wrote in history_dot_com, @ 2012-03-05 00:17:00 |
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Entry tags: | ~hermes, ~rosmerta |
Art Critic [Gaul, 47 BCE] (tag: Hermes)
Rosmerta tilted her head to one side, studying the item in front of her for a prolonged moment. Then very, very slowly, she righted the angle of her neck, then continued the motion to tilt her head to the other side. It didn't help. It was still as confusing and bewildering and mildly insulting as it was before. It didn't matter what perspective she used to view it, it was square stone pillar with a head.
And a penis.
She'd been find them lately along the roadways where the Romans traveled most. They were obviously tributes to a god in some fashion, though she had no idea exactly how that worked. When people left her tribute, it was usually in the form of fruits and vegetables, occasionally a bit of metal, or very rarely, an animal. Sometimes someone would make a pretty carving of her. But it wasn't like they carved just her private parts onto a stick. This was... weird.
Even for the Romans.
And she had seen them do some odd things since they'd overrun her countryside. Rosmerta didn't want them here, but there was little she could do to get rid of them. She did the best she could to make their time here inhospitable and unpleasant for their people, but there was only so far she could go with that before her own people suffered. And she didn't dare go up against their gods. She wasn't a warrior, she wouldn't stand a chance.
But this... this thing... it was at a crossroads in the middle of her territory with it's privates out there for all the world to see. She wasn't a prude. And there was something to be said for fecundity promoting fertility, she knew that first hand. But this was a Roman's penis offering that fertility. To her lands. That was just plain rude. And obviously an exaggeration.
It had to go. The question was, how to get rid of it. Putting her hands on the top, she gave it a good shove to see how deeply it was rooted. It didn't move. So she put her back against it, dug her feet in, and began pushing with her legs. She was getting rid of it, one way or another.