Tethered tight & tender to shadows, 
I gnaw  
at knots inside my stomach, 
I cannot bear Belladonna’s putrid perfume 
nor heed to misty  
mercurial maelstrom of lust— 
I am more inclined towards eternal road, 
you cannot sway me with design.  

I, Hebe curse the senses wishing 
I had never felt waves or  
heard your siren song that played to my dark 
delta of want, 
yet summer nectar proves as distraction, 
a wordplay of moments  
which otherwise fail to deliver, to be precise. 

Do not be fooled by soft celadon eyes, 
I might look innocent,  
but in truth there is an entire world within 
that comes out  
as night meets prey—  
I am willing to let a few things slide if you 
play by my rules, 
for youth comes with a price. 

And when I come to you with eyes lowered, 
expect prayers etched  
in moonlight, 
I am a tangled mess of a goddess 
whose air hums between  
rising tides and destiny defined. 
I see  
the beauty in soul  
and darkness entwined, both are brilliant. 

 

 

 

 

 

Photo credits: Lady with eyes by Catrin Welz-Stein

Lillian hosts at dVerse where she invites us to write an ekphrastic poem
in the purest sense,
describing the artwork by Catrin Welz-Stein, letting it
stir our imagination to write a poem
that in some way, connects to the
image. Come join us! 💖

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