Ekphrastic poetry: Venus
Her perfect sculpture that’s woven in stone
Preventing the tragedy to get born
In the thin of darkness, never transparent
By artistic hands of rare talent
She was born, in passion and love
Now shines from Earth, to heavens above
The land we live on is ugly, imperfect
But it still binds us and we love it
The artists will make our only home
Dearer to us then the Olympus snow
A Goddess lives here, fertile and warm
Perfection is glowing, from head to the toe
Has a secret to hide, between her body and your eye
You’ll never find a clearer vision of her
Then the one your lustful eyes observe
She did come from heaven
But is not of heaven anymore
Standing there, perfectly carved
In a concrete, earth-given stone
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