The Taurean Girl

The image is taken from Pixabay. 

Sass and class, she has in spades

From the womb of the earth, she was born

As Venus blessed from above, a proud godmother

Stubborn, the world branded her

When she refused to back down

As they cornered her to do as they bid

Hot tempered, they accused her 

Unable to handle the heat 

Her words hurled at them 

Her loyalty could never be bought;

The words were an oath in stone

She refused to set aside

Her trust came at a price;

If it cost the world a lifetime 

The loss wasn't hers to blame 

She was a fluttering bird

Building her dreams, twig at a time 

Yet ready to spin a whirlwind to protect her home

Fire & Ice tangled in her heart

Oceans & Volcanoes crashed in her soul 

She was a paradox; the daughter of Nature 

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Note:
I know this looks mighty odd, but the Taurus season has just begun and I'm damn excited.
That it coincided with the letter T was too tempting to resist.
Hope you enjoyed reading the poem.

Swan Couple

Floating on the emerald water

The swans mated with grace

Hoping to birth a darling daughter

They swam smiling, face to face 

As the rippling waves danced in joy

Adorning the lake as delicate lace

The fluttering leaves ceased to annoy

Their tiny white flowers showering a rain 

While the sparkling reeds grinned in coy 

The air of excitement was hard to contain 

When the swans waltzed in dizzy

The magic of Nature was impossible to explain 

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Notes:
The painting is by Mrs. Ratna Pochiraju
The poem is written in Terza Rima style with the rhyme scheme ABA BCB CDC DED

Rainbow Rules

The image is taken from Pixabay. 

Varied colors etched in the sky 

Inviting me to paint your picture

'Bring along that brush,' you winked

Glowing in the spectrum of shades

Your marvelous curves holding my gaze

Owning my senses to do as you bid

Rescuing me from the tiresome daily life.

Royal is your ruling on the universe 

Oh, my dear rainbow

You mean the world to me 

Gentle yet strong, bending yet unbreakable

Brewing magic at the ends of your bow

Into the spaces between spaces you blur away

Vanishing from sight, but totting your love in my heart. 

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Note:
Rainbows are my absolute favorites.
How could I not write a poem on them?
Can you guess the style of the poem?
(Hint: See the first letters of each line).

Queen's Quest

The image is taken from Pixabay. 

Ruling over the vast lands

Sitting high up on the hills

In a palace of rocks and boulders

Was a woman of beauty and valor. 

With a heart of purest gold

Smoky eyes shining with wisdom 

Words of order and command 

She cast a spell of fertility in her land.

Years passed as the crops bloomed

Laughter echoed, smiles glittered

Riches overflowed even as her heart sighed

For her deepest desire lay buried.

Knights, princes, and men of courage

Danced attendance in her court 

Yet, she felt no flutter in the folds of her heart

Yearning for the man from the sun.

The rays of his love kissed her skin 

Warming her senses in the cold dark nights

Promising to meet soon as summer beamed

For he was the Queen's quest. 

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Note:
Q invariably stands for Queen. I found the picture when I was searching for a cover for a story. I knew I had to use it somewhere.
Here it is.

Pandora Box?

The image is taken from Pixabay. 

Some secrets were safer buried for eternity

Locked and hidden in a box from the past 

While leaving the numerous questions unanswered

Forgotten until the others gave up and moved on

Locked and hidden in a box from the past 

Away from the prying eyes of all

Forgotten until the others gave up and moved on

I opened the box for one last time 

Away from the prying eyes of all

It sat patiently waiting to be noticed

I opened the box for one last time 

Doomed and drowned by the Pandora of memories

It sat patiently waiting to be noticed

While leaving the numerous questions unanswered

Doomed and drowned by the Pandora of memories

Some secrets were safer buried for eternity

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Note:
The Pandora Box story was one of my favorites since childhood.
I tried to replicate the story with a different form of sadness.
The poem is written in Pantoum style.

Ode to the Owl

The image is taken from Pixabay. 

Out in the dark night, you perch on a treetop 

Awake when the rest of the world goes to sleep

Staring at me through the grills of my window

Saving me from vile.

They could chant all spells of ancient black magic

Weaving a strong web of sinister motives

Nothing can touch me as long as you are here 

Wide-eyed protector.

What is it that binds you and me together

The hidden secrets of the shadowy night

An unrevealed link from a previous life

My friend forever. 

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Notes:
Owls are cute looking birds (at least to me). They have this subtle sinister edge to them making them appear a little creepy at times.
The poem is written in Sapphic Ode style. The first three lines of each stanza have 11 syllables each the last lines have 5.