By the hands of Aphrodite

Georgia Watson

By the hands of Aphrodite:

 

Beauty in the eye of the beholder, moulded to keen likeness. Built and lifted by the hands of Aphrodite, her children held forever close, but it just doesn’t feel like six feet under is close enough. You can’t keep them all caged forever, by the hands of the one. We are the children of Aphrodite, we are the children she buried.

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  • sorenbarrett

    Now I know of the children of Aphrodite each a god or goddess yet as I read this poem I take it to refer to us as children of hers being six feet under and in saying that we are the ones she buried does that mean rejected and for what our lack of beauty? A most mind provoking poem. Loved it. A fave

    • Georgia Watson

      Thank you, I am a believer of Greek mythology so I hold poetry like this near and dear to my heart

    • Tristan Robert Lange

      This is a great poem and, no, i don't recall you posting this. Either way, worth multiple reads! Wonderful poem, my friend! 🌹👏

    • Poetic Licence

      This a lovely write I am not that knowledgeable on Aphrodite but I had a sense this was a personal writing, a mother who wasn't a very good mother, maybe hurt and rejected her children, whichever it happens to be, it was still a lovely heartfelt write



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