In Odyssey's realm.

In Odyssey's realm.


Set upon the teak blue sea
a vessel stout with full sail and oars
to frolic against the mighty winds
beyond rigid, black landscape
Greece's idyllic doors;
fiery lips of volcanic mythos pressed to mine,
lingers like ash.

Cyclops greed of men thrust on those shores
of an islet lost; Troy's horse
burning at the Gate;
Hercules' brass horn ablast as I fell him there
on steed of angry hooves.
molten sword, impenetrable sail of gold,
time kept in Medusa's stone hands.
A roar of Pyros, lion bird angel in flowing gown
as I stab
Its last breath.

O Lost Ithica, jewel by the sea!
In eternity's eyes swirls
her irresistible yarn of pearl seduction,
of ripe grapes, wine sweet as love,
left alas, for monsters and sirens
lusting all for this warrior-king's soul;
Odysseus, Son of Tyrel,
lover of Calypso,
betrayed in sorrowed quest for sweet Penelope's
gaze of ancient eros.

I set sail in lonely vision against
the teak blue sea, in a vessel
frail with battered dreams
as the siren screams
her frolic in the arms of a mighty wind
forgotten. . . .

In Odyssey's realm.


(For Mike A. S.)