Kvindelig sex og vagina-hyldest i middelalderen

 

Hvem var Gwerful Mechain (ca. 1455-1502)? Man ved desværre ikke så forfærdelig meget om hendes liv, men ingen er i tvivl om, hvad der rørte sig i hende, nemlig kvinders rettigheder, sexliv og forskellige former for personligt oprør. Alt sammen noget, der gav sig udtryk i ildfulde og også ofte vovede digte. Da hendes mand havde slået hende, giver hun frit løb for temperamentet og lægger slet ikke skjul på, hvad hun mener om sådan en opførsel:

".... A dagger through your heart’s stone - on a slant
To reach your breast bone:
May your knees break, your hands shrivel
And your sword plunge in your guts to make you snivel"

Himmel og havskum, sikke en vildkat!!! Nå, men de fik da en datter, Mawd, så ind imellem har de åbenbart været på talefod - i sengen. At en af hendes digter-kolleger, Dafydd Llwyd, måske var mere end som så, er et tolkningsspørgsmål. En ting ved man dog, hun var glad for sex samt meget, meget stolt af at være kvinde. Således skrev hun et hyldestdigt til det kvindelige kønsorgan, vagina, som hun mente også burde hyldes af andre digtere:

Every foolish drunken poet,

boorish vanity without ceasing,

(never may I warrant it,

I of great noble stock,)

has always declaimed fruitless praise

in song of the girls of the lands

all day long, certain gift,

most incompletely, by God the Father:

praising the hair, gown of fine love,

and every such living girl,

and lower down praising merrily

the brows above the eyes;

praising also, lovely shape,

the smoothness of the soft breasts,

and the beauty’s arms, bright drape,

she deserved honour, and the girl’s hands.

Then with his finest wizardry

before night he did sing,

he pays homage to God’s greatness,

fruitless eulogy with his tongue:

leaving the middle without praise

and the place where children are conceived,

and the warm quim, clear excellence,

tender and fat, bright fervent broken circle,

where I loved, in perfect health,

the quim below the smock.

You are a body of boundless strength,

a faultless court of fat’s plumage.

I declare, the quim is fair,

circle of broad-edged lips,

it is a valley longer than a spoon or a hand,

a ditch to hold a prick two hands long;

cunt there by the swelling arse,

song’s table with its double in red.

And the bright saints, men of the church,

when they get the chance, perfect gift,

don't fail, highest blessing,

by Beuno, to give it a good feel.

For this reason, thorough rebuke,

all you proud poets,

let songs to the quim circulate

without fail to gain reward.

Sultan of an ode, it is silk,

little seam, curtain on a fine bright cunt,

flaps in a place of greeting,

the sour grove, it is full of love,

very proud forest, faultless gift,

tender frieze, fur of a fine pair of testicles,

a girl’s thick grove, circle of precious greeting,

lovely bush, God save it.

Poet: Gwerful Mechain

Gwerful Mechain har efterladt sig et spor af tanker og følelser, som man ellers kun må gætte sig til, når det gælder middelalder-kvinders liv. Det er tydeligt, at hun var lidenskabeligt anlagt og havde et vågent øje, når det gjaldt kvinders vilkår og mandlig skønhed.

https://www.medievalists.net/2019/01/gwerful-mechain-and-the-joy-of-medieval-sex/

 

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