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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Written for the dVerse open link night.


30 thoughts on “Venus.”

    1. 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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