Saltwater Poems: Fall of a City

Menelaus to Paris

Not a day goes by in the years that have followed,
When song saltier than salt not repeated by swallows—
Barrenness reigns;
And blood, blacker than torrential rain pumps in vain,
What feels the sky upon absence I know not,
Increasingly perhaps accuses of pride and perversity of thought—
Yet, I pen this in hopes of misgivings oust,
Return to shore the lady whom thee tricked, brazenly doused.
Sparta remembers, holy knees have sworn;
Trail of corpses devoid of skin shall meet with thee upon morn.
What hopes had thou, to steal and flee?
Ask what awaits in tumult and turmoil believed right by the sea.


Paris to Menelaus

Forgive me, for lady be lovelier than rose itself;
Our laughing bosoms under the oak were compelled.
I came not under pretense, the sun, the stars and moon are witness;
Her beauty constant, infects— believe it to be incurable, an illness.
Lips fuller than full beguile,
It may be that time in truth jests ‘bout lovers all the while—
That being said, let not winter’s wrath keep thee from battle;
I am a shepherd, I am a fool, I am a prince, waste not breath in prattle.
Trust that early black lends to strengthening resolve,
Thy insults in a jelly I swear to dissolve.
Sayest thou the sea awaits;
Come what may, a thousand ships be diminished before stroke of eight.




Photo credits: “Abduction of Helen,” by Maerten van Heemskerck, Pinterest

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Hades in the Underworld

It’s a dangerous fruit;
scarlet in its ambidexterity and artfulness,
itching for something more than just the dubious existence
of concentric circles
reified as verbal constructs—here words rain over heads
stroking limbs
and rodents burrow their way into surreptitious sand;
do you see where I am going with this?
Like spiders who poise upon their prey on webs,
if I steal your innocence
I will do my best to replace it with something beautiful.
I am responsible for crafting your experience with me,
the landscape may feel as though it’s shifting underneath,
calloused fingertips tracing along smooth,
slightly unassuming contour;
they navigate the whispers of yearning, unsweetened
taste of the ocean—
sin does not nourish me nor carnality
duplicate the feeling of one having met its match,
dark like a true beginning;
I am Hades desiring you in the Underworld. I don’t compromise.




Photo credits: Angela Faustina “pomegranate,”  XXI, 2015

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Posted for Open Link Night #285 @ dVerse Poets Pub