'The pirates are gone, have you destroyed them?'
Aktaie enquires, eyes, tear-adorned.
'Not destroyed but altered by mother's gem
and have been, I deem, suitably transformed.'
'With captain's consent,' pausing pointedly,
waiting for a sign from Penelope,
who with glittering eyes, nods regally
so that scoundrel bows, grinning impishly.
Ship and crew are still in vicinity
spurring Nereides to row briskly.
Reduced in size due to divinity,
when found, they'll be bound and sent to Circe.
For she, of course is the scoundrel's mother,
enchantress and Odysseus' lover.
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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...
