'Rise swiftly, child,' the goddess interposed
'Time, I can't command but wield salt-sweet-sway,
so tumbling waves must pay the tithe imposed
by tyrant Tide who will sweep you away.'
Penelope upsurges, doubts washed fresh.
Eyes blaze, mouth curls, limbs lie serene-sedate.
'Your Equivalent will those fools enmesh:
dampen debate and false, spying maids sate
while you, my latest favourite will escape.
A ship, crew, victuals, wine and condiments
all wants shall be delivered or reshaped
but sail now or face briny consequence.
Overcome, she asks, 'How can I thank thee?
'Live long, love well, cherished Penelope.'
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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...
