Psyche, Pale
Psyche, in the morning hours;
Belladonna flowers?
Dancing stars in silent showers?
Glimmers, glows, and glowers!
Ariadne, webs to weave?
Wisdom, will ye grieve?
What ought mortals to believe?
What ought I conceive?
Kali Mother, over boil?
Face down in the soil!
Military, might, embroil?
Serpents, coals a-coil...
Queen Tomyris, papyrus?
What indeed to write?
Cyrus caught a virus?
Reality, fade white!
Crabapples brew for Crassus?
To "most indecent" go!
No use skipping classes!
Revenge for him, my foe!
Tyrannosaur with face a-stern?
Tamarind taciturn!
Canis Major, what to learn?
Dinosaur, discern....
Heaven, storm, thy journey long;
Inspired by a song?
Fate and Fortune, blow a-strong!
Daughters, doth belong...?
Over, soul? Remote? Control?
Position, thy pole.
Nearby stars, hope, golden bowl?
Mole, dig toward the vole.
Copyright © Chris Jensen | Year Posted 2025
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