Mars

The gods walk on earth, my children

I witnessed Mars last night waging war

His eyes breathed fire, nostrils danced

To the tune of impatience, muscles twitched from cleverness

He reined them in, the hot-blooded horses

Mars saw with his immortal soul, the fire extinguished itself

His eyes were pale, his form diminished

Tired, human lines slept on his forehead

That was cradled in his heavy hands

I pried them away and beckoned:"Your tea grows cold"

Reviews

[R J Askew]

This was just the job. Having just said that the flame of my optimism was strong, I naturally love the dab of 'eyes breathing fire'. I esp like 'muscles twitcched from cleverness'. O to be a little like that. Ach, but I also have those 'tired, human lines on my forehead' and I cld definitely use a new cup of tea. In fact, that is precisely what I am going to look for now. Poor old Mars just can't take the pace! Luckily for the rest of us perhaps. I enjoyed this one I did. Optimism rules. But needs that tea.

[Robin]

I watched the Moon whisper to Antares ...

[Ed Hart]

Venus will do it to a Mars guy everytime