Mistress of the Sun

Her fingers stretch

Like shining rays

Over a naive earth

Which would be in darkness

Without her master's care;

She has learnt well

From the mighty sun,

Her creator, mentor, and lover-

They reign high in the sky,

The clouds all to shield them

In humility's name.

With golden tresses

And scarlet lips

And a hint of pride,

She is the sun's love,

The world their child.

He is the day's god,

His embrace warm and strong

From dawn to noon to dusk;

Beautiful, blonde, and bright,

She is the mistress

And is the guardian

Of the burning sun.

Reviews

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

Beautiful imagery in this one. I love the story woven throughout, and the idea of the "mistriss of the sun" is quite poignant. I can see and feel what you are depicting. Nice phrasing, good flow and texture. My only suggestion would be a little breaking up of the one long stanza format...it gets a little tedious in the reading. Overall, very nicely written!!!

[Sarah Marie]

Thanks for your review and feedback! Glad you like it!

[zainul]

You have vividly depicted the mistress of the Sun.
You are a great wordsmith,Sarah :)
Congratulations!!!

[Sarah Marie]

Aw, why thank you!

[zainul]

This is all my pleasure,my lovely poet :)

[The 13th Eros]

There is mythic magic here in your words.. the confessions of light and life, and the fierce love of day. Passionate and powerfully giving.