Cytherea

September 18, 2016September 18, 2016Steven Baird

I dreamed she was Cytherea, with liquid propitious eyes,
But she stared at me too deeply, and I saw myself despised.
She spoke well of her fierce lovers, all strong men of harsh repute,
And those who pledged a longing for her heart of bitterroot.

They cawed like brooding ravens, they craved her fragrant heat,
I knelt before her, unadorned, the shame of my conceit.
Denied of all her ardor, my faith was thus revoked,
I pleaded for compassion, and wept when I awoke.

Purpleanais September 25, 2016 / 8:08 pm

This is FIERCE! Brilliant.

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- Steven Baird September 25, 2016 / 10:43 pm
  
  Thank you!
  
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patriciaruthsusan September 26, 2016 / 7:46 am

A powerful poem, Steven, in your usual excellent description. 🙂 — Suzanne

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apoorvachouhan October 22, 2016 / 9:21 am

This piece is stunning…. powerful metaphors

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- Steven Baird October 22, 2016 / 2:45 pm
  
  Thanks so much. And thank you for your follow. 🙂
  
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