“Saturnine” is a poem written around the various definitions of the title word of the poem, Saturnine.
Oh, who is this unsmiling face?
Where once there was a happy place
Somber tones, brooding expressions,
Now leave a gloomy impression
This melancholy state in which
you’re in must make a sudden switch
So humorless now, but not then
Just can’t see you dour again
I’ll figure out what’s made you glum
Turn you back to sweet as a plum
Turn’d inside out, morose to bright
Never again a moody night
Originally written June 6, 2018