She rises and sets with the sun, her brightness
Second only to the moon. The one
Woman among the nine – or eight if you
Consider size – born to bear life, like Earth.
The wings of Icarus fell like the borrowed
Feathers they were; the body of Venus tells
The story of every woman who ventures
Too near the light, every blasted rock testament
To the fierce and fiery fight. Like every
Woman’s skin scorched and blighted, Venus’s
Face frights the timid-sighted. For pity
Of man’s eyes, a mantle drapes her livid scars
And so she blazes briefly in the skies, defying
Sun and moon, in a sisterhood of stars.