Constellation Andromeda: poem by Alysse Aallyn

Andromeda: The Chained Lady

She won’t complain
Trailing chains like widows weeds
Foci of dissonance
Her suffering draws us to her
Hub of sky.

Somebody owes somebody
Something here, that’s plain.
Wristbound, poor Miss
Bredwell, accomplishment
Depletes her

Energy enrages her
Passion disgusts her
Unfree, a natural born
Victim, a true
Lady.