Aoide Crowned with Roses Sang

AOIDE CROWNED WITH ROSES SANG.

I dreamed that you were Greek

Achaean.

Apollo Citharoedus

In a kylix.

Clean limbed and beardless,

With terra cotta skin,

Dark, sea-seeing eyes,

And dark hair

Falling to your waist

In raven corkscrews.

And would I watch for days

Upon some rocky promontory,

Wind ruffled

In my yellow chiton,

Skrying the line

Between sky and sea,

Waiting

For you to wade ashore,

Sandaled and sun-bronzed,

Onto the white sand beach?

And would your dark eyes

Rifle through the rocks
With longing?

And would your heart

Surge forth like breakers

And your wave wet feet

Take wing

To see a yellow chiton

Scrambling down the rocky path

To the beach below?

Poem © 2012 The Owl Underground