Saturday, October 26, 2013

Love Poem for the Ancient Greeks

A continent full of snakes and spiders' eyes greeted
Paris on his march into Troy. He thought of Helen
when inside the Trojan horse, and marked his love
on long beams with his sword.

When he dreamed of her, the seas whooshed him
back and back to a bedchamber of camel hair
and wind-chimes.

When Psyche brought home Cupid his dazzling red hair 
was not her parents' concern, but more his two wings
that echoed a mellifluous lip music.

They were not impressed with the non-human
aspect of his sailing around the room,
fluttering and lifting her high above.

Pygmalion's love for Galatea was not carnal, sexual
or Greek-style. They did not mention war, nor a parent's
non-approval. They stood stiffly around in the blue toga

of the day. He polished her eyes in a mirror image of his.
She gazed back, without end; a woman he could never
domesticate, covet or ruin.

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