Venus.

I dreamed

in Venus

a darkness without a place

in mistier

all-the-dead

feet at our bones

in our graves

the acacia weeps

we, like Ophelia,

fall then drown

but, madness is not

without a place

the sea waits

and severs the

white lines of the sun,

and leaf, I toe,

to rock, to tree and

eolith bones

to mercies

this eye of death

reddens the night

but, madness is not

without a place.

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30 responses to “Venus.”

    • I’m so glad to hear that. Thank you for your analysis and thoughts. I’m especially happy to hear that you’ll be back for more. ❤️

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  1. This is incredibly potent! I love; “the acacia weeps we, like Ophelia, fall then drown but, madness is not without a place.”❤️

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  2. I love the way this poem takes me into a blend of the familiar and unfamiliar, like dreams themselves: unfamiliar Venus juxtaposed with familiar Ophelia. I also love the lines:
    ‘…I toe,
    to rock, to tree and
    eolith bones’
    all pointing to the final allusion to madness.

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