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