Convoluted dreams rear
their ugly heads from beneath the raging sea.
Chained to chores and chance, by the folly of a mothers sin.
Who will rescue the Nubian Princess
when Perseus has come and gone?
The sacrifice has to be made.
The stars have ordained it.
She will only be free,
when the seasons comes
to reap what she has sown.
2 comments:
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PALAVROSSAVRVS REX
Your blog is great but your poem, Andromeda, is rather fatalistic and gloomy. Serious literature, and for that matter great literature points a light in the dark and not to be overly pessimistic.
e. ogbeche
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