Olives
divine spring
Nectar in honeyed air, petals
open in the wind, delicate tea olive breezing every breath,
trees greener than fairways, light dappling
rivers, creeks, and traps.
Bunkers and beaches, sand out of
that box into this one.
Rubber souls and iron wills,
silken won’ts and hearts of steel.
Fortune and Ferris, Catherine
at the wheel, Clotho spinning,
Poseidon dissolved to foam. Zeus a swan.
Apollo clutches a laurel branch
while Helios bodysurfs Circe
into the world, Medea fleecing gold.
Helen waves Odysseus ashore;
walls burn, the Styxx breached.
Penelope and Persephone
sip pomegranate champagne,
languishing in a bed
of Athena’s tree,
a ship in the distance,
a tiger in the woods.
About the Creator
Harper Lewis
I'm a subversive weirdo nerd witch who loves rocks. Intrusive rhyme bothers me. Some of my fiction may have provoked divorce proceedings in another state.😈
My words are mine. Suggest ai use and get eviscerated.
MA English literature, CofC
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Each moment, each image, a prize. So well done.