'While you make dispute, Bion ebbs away;
life, a faint mist lingers light on his lips.
I see one solution to your affray,
Atropos* we'll stop before thread she snips.'
Thus Penelope hurriedly stated,
maddened by their time-wasting quarrellings
what did it matter - who with whom, mated -
child's life worth a hundred amoral flings.
She rapidly sketches her shrewd concept
and all say yes, including sorceress,
albeit, they cannot settle as yet
how best to arrest Bion's final breath.
Circe ensorcells suitable ampule.
Pray you all, the cruel Fates they can fool.
*Atropos = The third Fate, the one who snips the thread of life.
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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...
