Two Views and Incestual Sisters

[Psyche]

The Gratiæ took lungs and breath away.

Mirth pulled a tarp over
rains of Splendour.

Puddles of Good Cheer munch and crunch on the boots
of pedestrian mothers.

Czernobog, blackened ammonite
of curling corners is finding no Bylebog parallel.
He doesn't wish to.

Aglaea carried all the mirrors with her
while she puddle-splashed.

She favours in her mind
a Fin de Siècle Euphrosyne,
who herself is fantasizing about

Thalia, small Thalia.
She ran rampant through the woods three days ago,
spilling the seeds of her tryst with the dead.

As it stands,
fertile ground hides messy puddles in dark corners.
What mischief next?

[Helga]

wow, this is really good, I love the last part 'Thalia, small Thalia' it's beautiful, why don't we see more of work here, I would love that?!

[mono]

Lovely, dearest. You woke me to read it, but with good reason, and viewing the poem certainly seemed well worth waking. I love many of the random halts, as opposed to the use of "and," "but," "yet," etc. - very Sylvia-Plath-and-Emily-Dickinson-like. You easily show more understanding of mythology than the average person, including me, which I may encourage a few footnotes here and there. Otherwise, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful. :)