Pressing hand on mouth, suppressing outcry,
gore-steeped child lying prone in her lap;
Aktaie has reached the point of collapse,
red-pressing seeped compresses to pale thigh.
'We cannot stave the unceasing bleeding,'
haughty daughter of Atlas*, informs.
'Where is the sun-ring, the one that transforms?
Magic not physic* is what we are needing.'
'Magic can sometimes be more foe than friend,'
Thetis - censoriously chastises.
'Perhaps, ring's power is flawed,' she surmises.
But another leaps in: 'So quick to defend -
the wily, ring-wielding Ampelios
how swiftly deposed is your spouse, Peleus*.'
*Atlas holds up the world on his shoulders, his daughter is Dione.
*physic = medical aid.
*Thetis married Peleus, their son was Achilles which explains her somewhat bitter reply as 'magic' failed to protect Achilles (i.e. unprotected heel) at Troy.
Peleus and Thetis' wedding: http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/7/7a/The_feast_of_the_gods_at_the_wedding_of_Peleus_and_Thetis.jpg
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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...
