—A portrait of Aphrodite
There roams Nyx, cloak and hair adorned with stars,
Beauteous skin masked by pearl-net dress,
Roaming as a swan from tree to shaded tree,
Clasping here a rose, there a poppy bloom
And splaying out upon the gleaming grass,
Bathing in the moon’s cool watery gaze,
Tranquil, silent in her modest repose
Until the moon adorns the dark dome’s peak
When she bids the fragrant lee farewell
And slowly ambles to the empty beach
Unspoiled by the thoughtless footsteps of men
And gazes upon the bare eastearn vista
As the sky grows charred by the flaring dawn.
Proclaiming the day is glowing Venus:
Risen from the sea, trumpeting of dawn,
Immodestly clothed in strands of water,
Pearl skinned form brashly bared to morning air.
She swiftly rides in shell chariot undrawn,
Attended by blush-skinned mistress Aurora,
Fierce haired maiden of the morning’s glory,
Dressed in glassy robes of autumnal shades.
The ocean spears up in their wake as wings,
Raising ghostly arches of divided colors,
Keystones set as the mist pillars collapse.
The shell crumbles into the white sand shore
As Venus in regal stride disembarks
With red cheeked Aurora upon the sand.
With jubilant greeting the sisters meet,
Embracing where the sand and woodland meet.
They meld like tributes to a great river:
Forming as one beauty beyond words—
The sublime beauty: great Aphrodite.