The Space Goddess Named Artemis ~ By Paulin7a Oswald ~ Found Poem
There are purple petals of stars
And kicked off shoes that fly
Over the world.
Lost, but together.
The sky flame, or my brother, Apollo,
Told me I bought chains
To catch the sleek-finned stars.
The stars with the purple petals.
But to catch the stars
While they draw the yellowed rust
With their pale cream clotted palms and chain them to the ground,
Caught and caged,
Would make me a formless beast,
a feared and strange monster
With uncertain names.
No. I had learned how to make whistling windows.
(“A wonderfully musical addition to your concerto-loving house!”)
The muses love ‘em.
Umbrella dens
(Who needs umbrella bags anyway?)
and cold, blind, canvas noons. (I prefer plain old tents myself).
But I will depart from catching
The birds of space.
And kicked off shoes that fly
Over the world.
Lost, but together.
The sky flame, or my brother, Apollo,
Told me I bought chains
To catch the sleek-finned stars.
The stars with the purple petals.
But to catch the stars
While they draw the yellowed rust
With their pale cream clotted palms and chain them to the ground,
Caught and caged,
Would make me a formless beast,
a feared and strange monster
With uncertain names.
No. I had learned how to make whistling windows.
(“A wonderfully musical addition to your concerto-loving house!”)
The muses love ‘em.
Umbrella dens
(Who needs umbrella bags anyway?)
and cold, blind, canvas noons. (I prefer plain old tents myself).
But I will depart from catching
The birds of space.