My own mother, my best friend,
my boss, all Virgoan.
The maiden, the celestial virgin,
representatives of the valorous woman who refused to leave
even when the gods themselves
Fled Olympus.
Instead she chose to live among Us
until humanity had too many irons
In the fire & struck a chord
commencing
a hasty retreat to an overhanging,
endless curtain of night
She learned but dismissed
the peoples’ violence
Turned her nose up in disgust
& now she’s stitching
Sharp/glinting/stars
–LM
Georgeous magical imagery! This was such a beautiful tribute.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you Tom! π
LikeLiked by 1 person
*Gorgeous. Silly autocorrect π
LikeLiked by 1 person
I know I can’t believe I wrote Tim instead of Tom! π
LikeLike