𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐕𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐞𝐬ᵖᵒᵉᵗʳʸ

𝗲𝗽𝗶𝗹𝗼𝗴𝘂𝗲

27/7/2021

This collection has finally reached its inevitable end. My initial objective was to write a poem for each day of the year, but alas, Wattpad's chapter limit is 200; I considered continuing this collection in another book but it just won't feel the same, plus I think I have reached my goal with this one! 

I want to thank every single reader, voter, commenter, all of the incredible and insanely talented poets that supported me on this venture, as well as the ones I met through this book! I will forever be grateful for this lovely community that I have become a part of! 

𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘱𝘦

My mind is the loom and my words are the thread.
Endlessly weaving, calling upon the inner Penelope
to keep my dread at bay, as she did with her foul suitors,
delaying them with the promise of an intricate shroud-
--a garment, and a shield, keeping her safe from prying eyes of iniquity;
that is how I too hide behind the verses of my sloppy poetry.
 And as she waits for her Odysseus to triumphantly return; to slay the vultures
that so callously and endlessly demand, 
I stand lingering by the windblown harbor of my soul,
waiting to witness the ship hosting my long-anticipated cargo;
to regain the sight-- the light in my eyes I suddenly lost.
And now that my own shroud is braided and knitted,
I can, at last, see the white sails dropping the rusty anchor;
castaway happiness is finally here to lift the veil of the occupying rancor.

until next time...