Goddess Poetry

Okay, so I try to refrain from posting much poetry here, but I thought that you guys might enjoy these that I wrote yesterday for kicks and/or contests. They are all goddess-themed in one way or another. All are free verse. The first is more symbolic than literal, but it still counts. And they've been getting good reviews from fellow writers, so I couldn't resist sharing them with my favorite peeps... :)

Reptilian Goddess

Strands of platinum silk float atop rippling, murky depths of simmering hunger.

Sleek scales slither over luscious flesh, dipping under languid lily pads.

Sopping diaphanous gown flows within eddies to grip heavenly curves,

licking flawless ivory flesh, cheeks painted with burn of dark desire.

Sycophantic lips plow through tepid water like circling prows,

weaving halo of sharklike motion about endangered purity.

Wide, beady eyes glimmer, swimming in ever-nearing arc,

trailing yearning, dilated pupils in their voluptuous wake.

Perfumed petals mask sultry scent of rising erotic need

as smooth thighs writhe in succulent anticipation.

Long fingers clench over glistening serpents.

Airy innocence of divinity’s elegance,

in quivering waves of ecstasy,

by flesh’s carnal needs,

consumed.

15 lines

Trappings of Fame

Wavy, flaxen hair drifts lightly

on tepid, late-afternoon breeze.

Azure eyes dance with gratification.

Long, silky legs stride

with slow, oft-pausing wonder

down glimmering carpet

of opulent scarlet.

Breath taken.

Instant of fear,

tremors of chin

swallowed,

consumed

by swan-like neck,

built by countless lifetimes

of whirling hopes.

Beaming face lit from within

by majestic, cinematic wonder.

Cameras flash.

Bustling crowds of eager reporters

slither and shout staccato mumbles.

Vermillion-clad woman’s slowly parting lips,

errant strands of gold

trailing Chanel's fifth scent

through languidly graceful procession.

Twinkling irises and willowy limbs

enter dizzying spotlight

of nascent fame.

Ocean irises swirl,

mesmeric depths

ensorcelling writhing assemblies

of worshipful flesh,

stealing fragments of soul

from minds and hearts

of the faithful devoted.

She plunders with innocent glee,

sumptuous riches of optimism

from desperate masses

to overflowing coffers.

Rising finger and thumb twist,

sculpting staccato snap.

Scene changes with flamboyant flourish.

Darkness and light.

Flickers of imagery lick eager eyes.

Rattling projector fills perfect breasts

with prideful power.

Curvaceous legs curl beneath

popcorn-scented throne.

Goddess of fantasy made flesh

by rapt adoration of

countless silent, thrilling eyes.

50 lines

Her Face

Uncertain, half-lidded eyes

under high, rising brows

cast sensual sidelong glance

of sultry surprise

under fanning flow

of fluttering lashes.

Shoulders roll back

showing discomfort

born of uncertainty.

Frown’s soft hint

graces peach pillowy lips.

Ovular jaw tightens slowly.

Long, delicate fingers

brush hidden anxieties

into flawless flesh

of swan-like neck.

Dark chocolate waves

shift seductively

over lone almond eye.

Silken strands

drift lithely

over sleek, milky skin

of gently trembling hand.

Athena’s percale gown

drifts airily

over sinewed swell

of willowy arm.

Cobalt fingertips caress

torrid tension

along curious clavicle’s

sculpted ridge.

Fabric billows like

descending roll

of cumulus mist

over body divine,

its velvet caress

grazing satin curves

of Harmonic Motion’s

succulent goddess.