stars brightly laughing and twinkling,
like heavenly eyes, mischievously peeking,
from the god's dark and velvety black delight.
The Twins, Taurus,
Orion the Great Hunter;
and Canis of Major size, with
Canis of Minor and lower wise…
Stouthearted men and hounds of old,
of tales of dramatic and golden bold.
Gemini draws my attention, their stars
faintly shine of little light or more...
Pollux, exuding the greatest of gallantry;
Castor, famous with the swiftest of steeds…
Their eyes burning bright in the cold wintry sky,
placed on high for their warm heroic deeds!
But they have a small and irritating bane…
Scorpio... Orion’s short and lethal destroyer,
could be the Twin’s thorny emotional pain…
Vice versa-ly… Must they be each other’s annoyer?
No one knows why it must be so…
Astrologers say that Scorpio’s and Gemini’s fight
and they yell, like demon spawn, from the depth's of hell…
and they yell, like demon spawn, from the depth's of hell…
Like the boiling blood of Water and Air, that just refuses to gel...
Is this truly so?
Does it have to be?
I laugh at astrologer’s fearful
prognostication for she and me…
In the full moon’s glow,
Scorpio's and Gemini’s music flows
with innocence and delight… Challenging
each in great ways with their respective rites...
Scorpio’s beauty and endless energy,
and the Twin’s innate mystical synergy,
their hearts open to boundless possibilities,
negating each other’s opposite qualities.
Que Bella La Luna!
Her beauty's Silvery Light burning Gemini's starry admiring eyes,
his Candle-Fire Eyes light up Scorpio's delicious feminine flora…
Will they join? Or will they each other despise?
Can they transcend astrology’s myth?
Will they step beyond it’s limiting grip?
Scorpio and Gemini dance in the moon’s insane light,
Wishing to hold each other with passion and lover’s delight…
Cautiously, carefully observing each other…
Courage and Fear, and Love and Grief,
patiently waiting for the lightest of Heaven’s sweet breath,
not sure of themselves, and not sure of each other…
Water and Air desiring and hoping for love…
Slightly perplexed in their place of sweet juncture.
Wanting and patiently waiting for desire’s first love…
Wondering if they’ll have love's fiery, and ecstatic rapture...
Copyright (C) 2011 by Michael G. Hesley
All Rights Reserved
I had great fun with this poem! I worked in a planetarium as a young man. I memorized the constellations, their mythologies, their stories of love, and power and dominance over mortal humans. The immortals and the gods were petty and always maneuvering for more power and position over each other and the humans below. Sound like anything today on earth we know?
This is for you Johann F... Ha!
This is for you Johann F... Ha!
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