ShopDreamUp AI ArtDreamUp
Deviation Actions
Literature Text
.
Venus broke the night. She sucked back the stars
and started to shine with her own brightness. Sick
of cold equations and mathematical divisions, all
these diametric fixations, she preyed for a collision;
for the moon to tap into the craters beneath her fingernails.
This, she called The Pruning - the sculpting of Edens
out of satellites and solar winds, wound round her sides.
She's tithed to her own tides, moodswung as a river
cut through her insides. She's happiest when her blood
is flooded with lovers swept into her depths, sunk into
astral sockets and crater lakes. Dreamdrunk on Venus'
sweet venom, bloated with pride, they float with the tide
as it seeps in, and take their place beneath her skin.
Feeding her Edens' deep sleep in their terra of love.
But alone, she sits and counts on fibreglass fingers,
interlocked in herringbone knots, and the loveless
dove tales of each pigeon-toed goddess. Solo,
she splinters no night, just whispers like a morning scar.
.
Venus broke the night. She sucked back the stars
and started to shine with her own brightness. Sick
of cold equations and mathematical divisions, all
these diametric fixations, she preyed for a collision;
for the moon to tap into the craters beneath her fingernails.
This, she called The Pruning - the sculpting of Edens
out of satellites and solar winds, wound round her sides.
She's tithed to her own tides, moodswung as a river
cut through her insides. She's happiest when her blood
is flooded with lovers swept into her depths, sunk into
astral sockets and crater lakes. Dreamdrunk on Venus'
sweet venom, bloated with pride, they float with the tide
as it seeps in, and take their place beneath her skin.
Feeding her Edens' deep sleep in their terra of love.
But alone, she sits and counts on fibreglass fingers,
interlocked in herringbone knots, and the loveless
dove tales of each pigeon-toed goddess. Solo,
she splinters no night, just whispers like a morning scar.
.
Literature
evolution poem
but I believe to seek unbecoming
is more cultivated than stretching
out the leaky fibers of a semi-
circular self-image until they
spiral into uncontrollable
forests, cauterizing eyelids;
yes, unbecoming,
like picking bones out
of a salmon's chest.
Literature
On Ariadne
the loom of lust:
In the heart of your ears,
and till your outstretched feet
the spinner of mad red has corrupted,
her fingers like dragonflies threading
bark and twined grass into your hair
around your sure wrists, your angled feet
'this is love, my shining bride-to be,' you whisper,
and disappear with her among billowing black sails.
the abandonment of Ariadne:
He wooed you in a labyrinth of spinners,
and wed you in black sails, beneath jealous skies.
'Sleep and tomorrow you shall be Queen of Athens,'
Ariadne, sleep, tomorrow the sun will shine,
and the sea will ebb sympathetic away from
these deserted sands.
the death, or descent:
Spin,
Literature
Fugue
I found her in a tree, once.
She was sittin' stuck in the uppermost branches, serene and unsurprised as an angel on Christmas morning. Dappled light inked her pretty with the shadows of leaves, and her fingers faintly tapped the rhythm of a bright hymn on the burdened limb.
"Hello!" she called, miraculously. The sun made a silhouette of her waving arm, and I breathed for the first time in hours. Her face looked so sweet, smilin' and brilliant. Though she was only a few dozen feet up, she looked down at me as though she was ages and miles away.
"Susan, get down from there," I yelled. "Momma's worried," I added in a mutter, my gaze scurr
Suggested Collections
This is it, dear readers - this is as romantic as I get. (:
Venus is the Roman goddess associated with love, beauty, gardening and vineyards.
The poem also makes a lot of allusions to Venus, the planet, which was named after her. It is often called the 'Morning Star', as it's the brightest natural object in our skies after the Moon. Venus used to have a Moon itself, until they collided. It has a pocked and cratered surface, with several continents, all named after other goddesses of love - including Aphrodite Terra.
Questions for comments/critique:
Is the flow smooth, or are there any places that seem rhythmically awkward/jarring?
Is the phrasing clear, or are some of the sentences a bit confusing/muddled?
What did you like/dislike most about it?
More from the mythology series:
.diana // .ceres // .vesta
.minerva // .juno // .apollo
.neptune // .mercury // .jupiter
.vulcan // .mars
Venus is the Roman goddess associated with love, beauty, gardening and vineyards.
The poem also makes a lot of allusions to Venus, the planet, which was named after her. It is often called the 'Morning Star', as it's the brightest natural object in our skies after the Moon. Venus used to have a Moon itself, until they collided. It has a pocked and cratered surface, with several continents, all named after other goddesses of love - including Aphrodite Terra.
Questions for comments/critique:
Is the flow smooth, or are there any places that seem rhythmically awkward/jarring?
Is the phrasing clear, or are some of the sentences a bit confusing/muddled?
What did you like/dislike most about it?
More from the mythology series:
.diana // .ceres // .vesta
.minerva // .juno // .apollo
.neptune // .mercury // .jupiter
.vulcan // .mars
© 2010 - 2024 angel-in-pieces
Comments19
Join the community to add your comment. Already a deviant? Log In
Hi. You've been featured here [link]
Make sure to favorite the article so that you can get more exposure.
Make sure to favorite the article so that you can get more exposure.