2015.
2015 is a chronological chapbook containing all the poems & selected bits of prose I've written this year, to herald the first year that I've actually started writing poetry. A small celebration of little milestones of success, of mythpoetry and atmospheric poetry, and of course, of beautiful words.
questions for icarus
icarus, did you
kiss the golden sun?
how did freedom taste
amongst the clouds?
tell us how did it feel?
to fly with wings:
to steal freedom
that was not yours?
do you fly now,
truly, are you free?
deep down there
in the beautiful, blue
sea?
a fallen prophetess
wild eyed cassandra
stands, on the very precipice
of burning troy, flames rising
licking hungrily at her skirts.
she has no screams left.
“i told you so.”
apollo’s face flickers in
front of her eyes:
she is seeing visions in the fire.
“no one will believe you.”
it is not for lack of trying-
she tried, she truly did
weeping salty tears
as the visions twisted
and tormented her swollen eyes
she remembers helenus,
sweet foolish twin-brother
who turned his eyes away
refused to open his ears
to the darkening visions
“you are jealous of
helen. she is of our blood now,
and we will win the war.”
they told her, her 50 brothers
who went to war never to return.
she does not scream
when the greeks pick her up
she has none left, her soul is weary
a block of icy ivory
burning inside with troy
they carry her past helen,
who is stone-faced
and oh so cruelly lovely
this is she whom men today have died.
"i forgive you, helen.”
she sends silently,
their eyes meeting,
both haunted with the
flames of burning troy
“we are all victims of
the pride of foolish men.
and those proud gods
who treat us
as mere playthings.”
and so, cassandra,
wild eyed and burning
from within
watches troy burn
and does not shed a tear.