'For crew, the Nereides* I will coerce,
they dwell underneath cerulean seas,
I shall summon them - you are not adverse?
They are tender, fervent divinities.'
Penelope with gesture eloquent,
signals her alacrity to accede.
The goddess scoops up some coarse sediment
for she needs shell-rich substance to succeed.
Whispering as to a lover, she strokes
devotedly, coaxing acquiescence,
small wonder tender persuasion invokes
immediate, ardent incandescence.
She scatters shell as if scattering seed -
what nymph would ignore this Goddess's need?
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Dragonish
PoetryPART 1: Seven poems that explore love. The sated wind doodles mischievously no longer the ravening raptor loosed that scratched sharp claws to my unfettered glee. Now are you temperate, husky, obtuse. PART 2: Follows the tale of a persecuted dragon...
