The brigands found and hastened to Circe,
couched in the gulch pouches of pelicans;
though crew made moan and begged for clemency,
reluctant to become fowled denizens.
Yet dispersed they are, by the summoned flock
while miniature vessel is kept as spoils.
It is then Penelope to her shock,
the small, rescued boy, finally recalls.
By recent trials completely distracted,
she now, gravely vows to amend neglect,
closely attend to events protracted,
devise a scheme to provide and protect.
Her musing alights on Ampelios,
who might just reverse practice, nefarious*.
*nefarious = evil
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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...
