'Where is the boy?' Penelope questions
'He that from sea was fished by Aktaie.'
She has already formed clear suggestions,
fathering he needs and attentive care
Solution seems simple, easily done,
both lives to be proportionally sweetened,
how natural to name him Ampelios' son?
But life is seldom easily neatened.
When taken to him, for child has not stirred,
Penelope's plans are rendered absurd,
her grey eyes grow dim and her vision blurred,
all thoughts of child's future must be deferred,
for beyond all doubt, the boy lies dying,
Nereides clustering near, hard crying.
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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...
