O Venus,
precious shell-stone
of my life,
flown out
of a wounded life's seashell.
Let me hear
once more
your enchanting mermaid's voice!
Come,
come Venus along
with Neptune's foamed white horses
towards my lost love
and let her walking lost life's shadow
rise again
to be as a seashore shell's beauty
towards my loving hut
like a life's spring flower
just sprung in June
and let your jilting yellow moon-friend
dream of
what we used to be before
when she was here
and not there!
A contest entry
- Prompts. by Antebellum.
400 points, ended September 14, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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I like how you made the title your own.
Very unique.
thank you for taking the time to enter.
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