Post by goldenmyst on Aug 3, 2022 18:21:24 GMT -6
A fiery necklace of jade stretches down her throat during their goodbye kiss. When he boards the gangplank the beads sink into her navel where they ignite.
In Ithaca, ancient Greece, Penelope bade her lover man Odysseus farewell with a promise kept to stay true to him while he wages the Trojan War.
She says, “If you come back maimed I will take care of you. If what you saw haunts you, I’ll exorcise your demons with my touch. If you return to me as a corpse I will keep fresh roses on your grave. But please give Agamemnon this note I wrote for you that you are married to a woman who will surely perish of heartbreak if you come home in a casket.”
“He would call me a coward.”
“Be my lovely coward. Go to the Hades for cowards but stay the hell away from Troy. Dammit become a blacksmith and make swords so you’ll be in a military industry and won’t get conscripted. Do this if you love me.”
But his Penelope sails beyond the sunset where he follows the train of the gown she wore for their wedding that becomes a path of moonlight across the sea to where mariners go to dream.
Odysseus says, “Please drink this medicine from the apothecary.”
Penelope replies, “That potion will only prolong my suffering. But do this for me. When my pain gets unbearable procure a cup of hemlock to ease my passage. Just enough to see me through without giving me anguish. Can you grant me this last wish?”
“Take the cure instead.”
“The hemlock will be my only remedy when the time comes.”
Like a lovesick sailor, sailing the wine-dark Aegean he sees her face in the vision splendid as she crosses the lake of heaven only to see for the first time the Isle of the Blest where in his hands, her origami is soft as a rice paper delicacy.
In Ithaca, ancient Greece, Penelope bade her lover man Odysseus farewell with a promise kept to stay true to him while he wages the Trojan War.
She says, “If you come back maimed I will take care of you. If what you saw haunts you, I’ll exorcise your demons with my touch. If you return to me as a corpse I will keep fresh roses on your grave. But please give Agamemnon this note I wrote for you that you are married to a woman who will surely perish of heartbreak if you come home in a casket.”
“He would call me a coward.”
“Be my lovely coward. Go to the Hades for cowards but stay the hell away from Troy. Dammit become a blacksmith and make swords so you’ll be in a military industry and won’t get conscripted. Do this if you love me.”
But his Penelope sails beyond the sunset where he follows the train of the gown she wore for their wedding that becomes a path of moonlight across the sea to where mariners go to dream.
Odysseus says, “Please drink this medicine from the apothecary.”
Penelope replies, “That potion will only prolong my suffering. But do this for me. When my pain gets unbearable procure a cup of hemlock to ease my passage. Just enough to see me through without giving me anguish. Can you grant me this last wish?”
“Take the cure instead.”
“The hemlock will be my only remedy when the time comes.”
Like a lovesick sailor, sailing the wine-dark Aegean he sees her face in the vision splendid as she crosses the lake of heaven only to see for the first time the Isle of the Blest where in his hands, her origami is soft as a rice paper delicacy.
