» Three Poems from the Story: “Kush”

Berenike’s Majesty

The loveliness that crowned her youth,

Swept the grounds with all its roots;

With gentle years and womanhood

With lazy-days and laughs of grace;

Now passes by her majesty.

Her breasts triumphant for a life of flesh

Defiant in her pose, Love was captured,

And love was lost, but proudly her child

Did growHer child’s her victory, Her

New tranquil majesty….

#1055 1/3/06 Chapter #15,

of: “The Sylphlike of Alexandra”

Sinful Games

Stubborn, are our sins

Faint, is our memory

Of them!…

Like a vapor, that

Surrounds our will;

Tears do not cleanse

Our sins,

Only covers them.

We sink through shadows

Nibbling, here and there;

Sly we think we are

With our hidden desires.

We squeeze the juices

Out of our brains

To play life’s sinful games.

#1056 1/3/06 Part of Chapter #16,
of: “The Sylphlike of Alexandra” 278 BC

Coldhearted Swan

“I will not cry,” the child-bride scorned

Silent as stone, to marry a man

so very, very old….

“I’m so-beautiful,” she cried, eyes

Wide, her heart in protest:

“Father must I marry,” in a haunted

pose, she arouse.

“Life’s near fair in eternal splendor;

But not so, in the real world.”

And like a swan, she covered

Her wings, and become his trophy

his cold-hearted thing.