The last love note from Paris

Cherry

By bhi

Tue, 03 Aug 2021
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4 comments
 

 

My fate gifted love,

I watch you sleeping,

aging with every breath,

hard lines deepening

upon the map of your face,

rivers, tear filled, mourning a lost youth,

and I, who have drunk from that cursed source,

would bend to kiss,

remind that we are joined,

but I cannot,

the poisoned arrow in my side

bleaching, turning my blood into water.

 

My life fades, sucked into the sky,

filling the horizon with broken glass,

all that we have shared, now shattered

beneath the heeled Greeks at our gates.

 

I’m stolen, am falling away from you,

just as the pernicious gods had planned,

your unfaithful slopes already tilting west

as I am lead into the middling space,

haunted by the un-suckled milk

curdled within your withered breasts.

 

I’m sorry I could not hold you,

My hands strung to another’s will.

Certificate 15
Poem

Comments

Submitted by marandina on

Beautifully done. I was right there, watching a dying hero..

 

Submitted by bhi on

Thanks, Paul. I felt it was time to let Paris say what he felt, and to show him as a man driven along by destiny, and he knows it, and accepting his fate with the inevitable regret that he cannot live longer with the gifted love brought into his life.

 

Submitted by Di_Hard on

I had to look up Paris in Wikipedia as only had vague memories of him being a smarmy charmer in old films. He had a rubbish deal! You have given him dignity, as well as despair at how he had lost all control over his life. Also the description of Helen ageing, Time which the gods could not control? Another layer of unfairness

 

Submitted by bhi on

Hi Di, I wanted to be fair to Paris and give him back his humanity and all that comes with it, the capability to pursue a dream, to fall in love, to regret and to acknowledge that the world moves with and without us, and in directions that we cannot fathom. I'm working on Helen's pieces at the moment and playing with a structure which allows her to express herself ouside of the constraints of the created myths and thrown barbs; it's coming along!