La Primavera

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Through the symphonic voices of nature whose
purity evokes no doubt; insinuate thus realm of
Venus. Lo! at glimpse of hence bewitching sight
we observe the three handmaidens. Thus chassis
veiled along with mist pirouette around in mirth;
Zephyrus preys withΒ avarice and lust fecundates
Flora upon the hearth.

Charites with their visions scheme; plead mercury
roaring abreast of crowd. Closeby Cupid’s murmur
aids; bid clouds above to dissipate. Amid the chaos
Venus chants – roseate glow of flambeau. Lo! eyes
unused begin to flow – anguish, misery, dolor and
woe. The last of leaves cling to bough.

At night thus angels croon and fret;
The tales of yore won’t soon forget.



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Posted for Poems in April @ Real Toads

and Dark Poetry for the Cruellest Month


32 Replies to “La Primavera”

  1. You are very comfortable with this form, Sanaa, and it works well for your style of writing. I like the image of the last leaves clinging to the bough.

  2. I like the classical mythological references. When I was a child I was very much afflicted with the need to search out as many of those old stories as possible.

  3. Can we imagine a world absent of sky: sun by day and stars at night; i guess its our ability not to comprehend the void that keeps our stories alive

    have a nice week Sanaa and thank you for linking in at Monday WRites

    much love…

  4. Poem is beautiful as the language you use. It transports me to an era I never lived, and I found myself scanning your site for historical stories, fiction, anything to delve more into your writing. I hope you’ve thought about the possibility, your writing is beautiful.β™₯

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