Tuesday, April 11, 2017

DAY #9: Venus, Oh Venus!

 By MeteorMags

Second daughter of the sun,
Holst imagined peace in your embrace.

Without a moon of your own
you thirsted for the man
to caress your cloudy tresses
with cellos and rapture.

But without his fantasy
he could never survive your
pressure, your peerless heat
drenched in sulfurous sweat.

Your volcanoes erupt and
recarve your surface again
and again until they render you

Yet Gustav dreamed of you,
and in the lies one's mind
spins while sleeping 
he saw you not as you are
but as he wished you to be:

tender, resplendent, radiant.


Poems can be submitted at the drop boxes on LEA 4, or by emailing them to caledoniaskytower at g mail (dot) com.

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