Monday, November 08, 2004

More Poetry

I'm not so happy with this one. But maybe y'all can offer some constructive criticism.

Untitled Vilanelle

Europa walks along the wayside
Wondering at the fair and fowl
Plucking feathers from her hair.

Inside her, Helen, Clydemnestra
Grow inside an alabaster shell
Europa walks along the wayside.

At night she dreams of beaks, god voices.
She cannot bear to sleep on down,
Plucking feathers from her hair.

Moving slowly, gently - careful
Lest she break her wee god eggs
Europa walks along the wayside.

Helen grows up white and downy,
Standing on the walls of Troy
Plucking feathers from her hair.

Cursing Paris, Aphrodite,
And her fate born long ago --
Europa walked along the wayside
Plucking feathers from her hair.

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