Poetry (30)

Thank you to C M Blackwood, who brought my attention to the marvellous poet Pola. As I read this piece, I was captivated. What a beautiful story. These lines in particular struck me;
‘The heartstrings that would have
Joyously played
In the four chambered orchestra
Of her heart
Ache with unsung echoes
But are silent.’

The Escritorium

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Ariadne’s Heart

He left her on the shore.

Victorious Theseus

Left an ugly Princess

Far from the sadistic

Kingdom of Minos

Where her abomination

Of a bullish brother

Bred fear in the hearts

Of tribute victims.

At night

She lies in the hollow of

A small abandoned vessel,

At the edge of the market

Where she had bought

Wine, olives and meat.

Her sobs swell like the sea,

Her rage not yet as unbridled.

She has quick fingers,

Wisdom, and wit enough for three

But no vengeful misandry-serving

Magic: like the witch, Circe.

Beauty is both a moral quandary

And a currency.

Ariadne hadn’t enough,

For the eyes of Theseus.

How could she compete

For love, or lust

As clever as she was,

With one whose guile

Was a legacy from the gods?

The heartstrings that would have

Joyously played

In the four chambered orchestra

Of her heart

Ache with unsung echoes

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