Iron Poet, Round XIII.

[cadhla]

Welcome to the latest round of Iron Poet, the game where you give me three words and I give you a poem. This is an adaptation of a standard writer's workshop activity, and I do not claim the original concept. I just claim to enjoy doing it

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[browngirl]

Oh my stars and garters, a round of Iron Poet! Actually, let's go with those words for my prompt: stars, garters, my. Any rhyming poetic form you fancy.

Thank you once again for doing this!

[cadhla]

She wore the stars as garters,
She strung comets in her hair,
And the sighing second-starters
Always said it wasn't fair,
But she laughed to see them staring,
Said her heart was long since gone,
And she danced away uncaring,
Lovely lady of the dawn.

She was quite the constellation,
She was goddess of the bright,
And she treasured each sensation
From the day into the night.
And they say she loved a smithy,
That he balanced all she was,
That when he called she came quickly,
Knowing he would grace her cause.

Now they call her Aphrodite,
Now they say that she was kind,
Now they say that she was flighty,
That she did not use her mind...
But I know she loved Hephaestus,
And I know she understood.
For in love there can be justice,
And my heart knows she was good.

[browngirl]

*dances to the music in this* eeee, THANK YOU.