'Apotropaism' (Part 1/2)
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Tilt into the breeze and towards
Andromeda, my fuscae maiden
of pride and disdain — contrary, she and chained,
as I was, to the rock of filial piety,
a sacrifice in lieu of a parental refrain.
Shall we sail into the heart of a storm?
Seek, perhaps, the fate of Cetus -
the monster from my own youth,
when a child was consumed to be less,
instead of becoming more.
'Apotropaism' (Part 2/2)
The Gorgoneion on the prow keeps her
secrets, and earthly danger at bay…
Darling Medusa, raped by Poseidon,
then beheaded as recompense for a man —
now damned and voiceless;
my relentless companion.
We sail into the pale horizon,
calm as the waters, on our juggernaut;
a trireme of injustice and pain.
Perhaps history will lay us to rest one day…
Maidens — mortal, fortunate, redeemed.
Apotropaism is one of my wordier poems, as you can tell by the title, but it appeared to suit the content of classical mythology. I think it also adds a little gravitas to the theme.
Tash