How could I win her over?
How may she be mine?
Tell me how to woo her:
My dearest valentine!
Tell me everything:
The oath I need to know;
So, she could be with me;
Together, juxtapose.
Categories:
cassiopeia, appreciation, desire, emotions, how
Form: Rhyme
Cassiopeia, with
child Andromeda, had
considered themselves most
comely beauties in all
creation. Her hubris
condemned her, chained to a
chair in Poseidon's wrath.
Written 7 Mar 2022
Categories:
cassiopeia, mythology,
Form: Pleiades
"Infatuation is the intense yearning to be
intensely yearned for" ~ quote by poet
My Cassiopeia - how tenderly
you smiled upon me in my awkward days,
as unashamedly my eyes would gaze
in disbelief upon such pure beauty.
Rare supernova! There's no fairer face,
so flawless in form. Elegance refined:
your cheeks, your smile by heaven's King designed
to lend delight - not one hair out of place.
How we both laughed! We'd sing your poetry
late into moonlit hours, each unaware
of others nearby, nor the unkind stare
of our next day's responsibility.
Then, the eclipse. Those stellar days were through
when to Orion's huntsman arms you flew.
Submitted to:
To The One I Lost Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
Categories:
cassiopeia, love, love hurts, stars,
Form: Sonnet
She hangs upside down in her night sky chair,
Chained to the heavens by ropes of bright stars
With rubescent cheeks and moonlight-soaked hair.
Wrists raw with redness of eternal scars,
Her silver tears drop like gems to the sea,
Chained to the heavens by ropes of bright stars.
Cursed by Poseidon, she'll never be free.
Punished for claiming the beauty of gods,
Her silver tears drop like gems to the sea.
She wallows in shame, so lovely and flawed.
Regrets bloom like roses with crimson thorns,
Punished for claiming the beauty of gods.
Jailed by nighttime, her weary soul mourns,
Weeping for freedom that will never be.
Regrets bloom like roses with crimson thorns.
Pinned there forever, unable to flee,
She hangs upside down in her night sky chair,
Weeping for freedom that will never be,
With rubescent cheeks and moonlight-soaked hair.
Five little stars
Represent her fate
Can she see us staring?
*Based on the mythological story of Queen Cassiopeia and her constellation
Categories:
cassiopeia, fantasy, night, beauty, beauty,
Form: Terzanelle