Of The Goddess In Me, A Mere Mortal Poem by Gayathri Seetharam

Of the goddess in me, a mere mortal
-Gayathri B. Seetharam
I was cleaning the bathrooms this afternoon
And to my own self, my considerable cleavage looked enticing
And I imagined John Keats saying on looking at my beautiful, big breasts:
…………..A thing of beauty is a joy forever……………….;

Thinking along the lines of my other virtues, I thought of what
The other Romantic Age poets would say
And adapting what William Wordsworth has said to the female me about my speaking face:
I marvel how Nature could ever find space
For so many strange contrasts in one human face:
There's thought and no thought, and there's paleness and bloom
And bustle and sluggishness, pleasure and gloom;

Samuel Colerdige would say of my expressive mind:
If mirth, and softened sense, and wit refined,
The blameless features of a lovely mind;

George Gordon Byron would say of my personality personified:
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes;

I pick a verse from Percy Bysshe Shelley to describe my sex appeal:
Muse, sing the deeds of golden Aphrodite,
Who wakens with her smile the lulled delight
Of sweet desire, taming the eternal kings;

And I say that this exercise in romance with the souls of these poets
Has awakened a keen sense of astuteness
For all that is tangible and intangible,
All that is abstract and concrete
And therein lies the secret to my soul
Which is the key to my heart
And the route to my desire
For my heart's desire is for my soul to be freed of travails
And to unlock further the treasures of the soul.
Acknowledgements:
I thank the internet.
1. John Keats' poem, Endymion, which is the only book I have referred to in the past.
2. A Character by William Wordsworth
3. To a young lady with a poem on the French Revolution by Samuel T. Coleridge
4. She walks in beauty by George Gordon Byron
5. Homer's Hymn to Venus by Percy Bysshe Shelley