Reflections on ancient history |
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.) |