Singing songs to natural philosophers across
sweetly rolling seas filles with haunting
melodies, scores to drape words over, she
looked out from her small town surrounded
by the whispering Aegean ghosts and counted
her longings and her lovers in the stars. Did
she ever dream of someday riding a heavenly
bireme to meet those women she reached
for in her songs? How were her dreams remembered
when only the men of antiquity recorded
her songs?  

                                 ]her own restrung lyre
                        ] songs in the mixolydian mode
                        ]tragedy as she reached out
                 ]to find another half, another woman
                 ]harmonized with her own, with
                 ]against her teeth, with curves soft
      ]hands. Maybe she[
      ]bride with violets[
taken away[
in her eyes. 

8:54 pm  •  28 August 2012