Thetis, sworn leader of the Neiredes
approaches on porpoise, gracefully gliding,
stately questions: 'What is Your Will of us,
please do not fear to unleash your tidings.'
'Why would I fear my water-spawned cousins?'
Aphrodite somewhat slighted, demands,
'Our mission requires barely three dozen,
who craves among you, adventure unplanned?'
Giggling, chattering, gossiping girls,
'Will there be lovers?' a shapely nymph asks,
laughter, expletives as excitement swirls,
ribald suggestions, spluttering gasps.
'I fear for our scheme,' Penelope wails,
'so very silly seem women with tails.'
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Dragonish
PoesíaPART 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...
