Venus
By Keira Charles
Artwork by Sierra Tufts-Sicard
The poet knew two faces of that queen
Before whose altar he would pray each night
One was a radiant goddess all in white
A marble virgin, cold and smooth and clean;
And high above her mortal pedestal
There was a star, a blue celestial light
Impossible to reach yet to his sight
As pure and perfect as an angel’s soul.
Centuries later, other men were here
Who found beneath her tranquil blue veneer
A poisonous hell-planet burning red.
Their deaths revealed her after they were dead
Cruel Venus, where no living thing can tread,
Choking beneath her deadly atmosphere.
About the Author
About the Author
Keira Charles is a senior Psychology major. She is graduating this semester.