Thursday, 10 January 2013

Our Ancient Love




Bold was our love
Swept away in the chariot of Apollo
Following in wingéd destiny
The path of a cooing swallow.


Hot was our love
Our arms wrapped around the sun
We burned with a glory
That Prometheus had begun.

But like airy Icarus alight,
Our love melted and was gone;
It sank sallow into silence
Like the neck of a dying swan.

Cold is our love
Freezing thin in the hole of Hades
Its only warm breath lives
In this print that soon will fade.

Our love is just a chronicle
A written tally of an age
Like the myth of golden gods
Moulding yellow on some page