Artists (astrologers never lie)
are birthed when
Venus is rising -
not against cat's whelp
(eye of newt, tongue of frog)
calamitous mist or London fog;
far, ferny forbidding fenn.
When Venus rises, yes
dons Botticelli's cloak
or was it her hair
gathered in tresses
long by lovely handfuls
parading it all
on a patty shell
- her twin oysters ambrosia
a Ulyssean mirroring winedark sea,
purpling color of a robin's egg.
Artists are born
in something of Venus . . .
conceived along coral-corral
highway lariats, foam
of passion
modern cowgirl
lowering the drapes.
Tales Of Brave Ulysses
Paul Cameron Brown
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