Haumaea, Hawai’ian Goddess of Fertility
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If you were making worlds, the spheroid ones,
Those almost perfect spheres like Venus, Earth
And Mars—like massed huge hundred trillion suns—
What form of planet might provide some mirth?
A few are ugly as an asteroid,
Perhaps, or mushed out stupid shapes a kid
Might accidentally make when he has toyed
With Play Dough, off the normal planet grid.
Haumaea is the one a hen might lay
And cackle, laughing, oval in its shape
With bashes in it, or a football, gray
At Notre Dame but showing every scrape.
Two tiny moons escaped it, too ashamed
Of ugly mothering, squashed up and maimed.
~ Phillip Whidden
by phillipw | Nov 11, 2024 | Uncategorized |