I am the lady of marriage
goddess of heaven and of peacocks, yes-
but what is that worth to anyone?
who will pray to me when they see
what's become of my marriage
and what's become of me?
I shroud myself in brilliant white
and punish the unbelievers and the cheaters
and the women my husband goes to
instead of me,
but the white veil atop my golden hair
is not one of happiness, but of mourning,
for all I've loved and lost,
and for everything he promised me
but took instead of gave.
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Lyre
PoetryA book of poems, mostly connecting to Greek mythology. If there's a myth of any culture you'd like to see a poem for, PM me and I'll see what I can do! . . . who else will tell of the broken heroes, myths that never spoke to hearts like yours and mi...
