Celestial goddess swathed in woolen cloud,
Clasping so tight that you tremble in place,
Your beauty always hidden by a shroud–
Rob you the heavens of heavenly face?
Is Juno still incensed by Trojan gear?
Bivouac do you in pillows and lace
And lie in wait for thrust of Martian spear?
Shrouded in billowy CO2 sea
Perhaps you’ve made your presence more than clear,
Mocking us mortals with great velvet ‘V’.
Response to a poetry challenge: https://darksideofthemoon583.com/2018/06/21/10-line-poem-challenge-35-stress-matrix-dectet/?wref=tp