Quote from
DevonB on October 2020, 2:34 pm
I’ve been finding a connection to the stories of Ancient Greece. They speak to me of my world, now. This is my response to the tale of Dido, who led her people out of Tyre, to Carthage. It spoke to me as poem. Thanks to Daniel, for his help in editing.
Dido, Rising
They call me run-around
They call me wanderer
It was never my plan to leave
It just happened
one thing leading to another
My brother’s murder, of my husband
Too much
for anyone to swallow
My anger, fisted
as it punched out of my throat
It is sound
reforming me
from flesh to stone
a living statue of revenge
I emptied the coffers
I left my betrayer nothing
but sand
I fled from the wrath I knew would follow
Why does the horror of Pygmalion’s crime
somehow shame me?
Why do I blame myself
for him not loving me
enough
to let me keep that
which was mine
I cry for vengeance
Take that Pygmalion!
for dishonoring the bonds
of blood that I thought tied us
We are unknotted now
I don’t know where I’m going
I just run.
Away from grief, that now haunts me in
the familiar
To a new home
To new blood
To start a new life
another reason to be
—Devon B
I’ve been finding a connection to the stories of Ancient Greece. They speak to me of my world, now. This is my response to the tale of Dido, who led her people out of Tyre, to Carthage. It spoke to me as poem. Thanks to Daniel, for his help in editing.
Dido, Rising
They call me run-around
They call me wanderer
It was never my plan to leave
It just happened
one thing leading to another
My brother’s murder, of my husband
Too much
for anyone to swallow
My anger, fisted
as it punched out of my throat
It is sound
reforming me
from flesh to stone
a living statue of revenge
I emptied the coffers
I left my betrayer nothing
but sand
I fled from the wrath I knew would follow
Why does the horror of Pygmalion’s crime
somehow shame me?
Why do I blame myself
for him not loving me
enough
to let me keep that
which was mine
I cry for vengeance
Take that Pygmalion!
for dishonoring the bonds
of blood that I thought tied us
We are unknotted now
I don’t know where I’m going
I just run.
Away from grief, that now haunts me in
the familiar
To a new home
To new blood
To start a new life
another reason to be
—Devon B
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