a myth of chrystal blue green waters
streaming aquamarine phantoms cool in its wake
its gentle bays harbour conception as fragrant pines decorate spartan hills
the sun blazes like a tyrant and suffers no rivals
a Goddess rises from the sea at dawn
a beautiful woman
her hair as brilliant as the sun is jet black at night
her face dynamic as dawn
and her skin as striking as subtle olive silk and damask roses
her husband gone two decades in war and two in antiquity struggles home as a ghost
he slaughters her suitors and throws her spent loom at eternity
she turns her face against him at first then as legends converge and the future becomes entwined with the past
and the fates of all the famous actors play totemic roles the myth itself chrystallises pellucid in the mind of one man
Odysseus
and one woman
Penelope
finally she sees her husband again … her joy unbridled
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