tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66944959858106063182011-04-21T14:15:16.087-07:00poems and poetryBeckett's Ghosthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12942945110762616972noreply@blogger.comBlogger41100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6694495985810606318.post-55206119075123659802009-04-29T19:48:00.000-07:002009-05-01T11:59:40.400-07:00they call you monster<br />gorgon<br />murderess<br />slayer of heroes<br /><br />but I remember<br />fair-cheeked Medusa<br />how you shone<br />before the fall<br /><br />how you sparkled<br />before the goddess' wrath<br />deformed your pale thighs<br />and your dark, beguiling eyes<br /><br />you were terrifying<br />in your beauty perhaps<br />in your soft-spoken charms<br />but no monster<br /><br />even the mighty sea god<br />was helpless before you<br />desecrating Athena's temple<br />in his eagerness to hold you<br />to make you his own<br /><br />priestess of Athena<br />how you begged your mistress' mercy<br />how you ran in shame<br />when she showed herself unmerciful<br /><br />your only crime was love<br />and as punishment<br />you were made too hideous<br />for that chaste union<br /><br />your rosy breasts<br />turned black and dry<br />your silky tresses<br />rose like snakes<br />infecting your mind<br />with their demon talk<br />your eyes turned dark as night<br />and the heroes that pursued you<br />that hunted you for glory<br />dropped like flies before your raging fire<br /><br />but one cannot deny one's Fate<br /><br />the villain Perseus<br />aided by the base and vengeful gods<br />cut off your lovely head<br />and now your tragic form lies cold as stone<br />a posthumous tribute to your victims<br /><br />Poseidon's child still sleeping in your swollen belly<br />never to be born<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>Copyright, Walter Wykes 2009</em></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6694495985810606318-5520611907512365980?l=beckettghost.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Beckett's Ghosthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12942945110762616972noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6694495985810606318.post-18402186373155682202009-04-23T22:48:00.000-07:002009-04-23T23:05:15.066-07:00your mansion rises<br />in the middle of a clearing<br />a dense wood, prowled by lions and wolves<br />the drugged and deadly victims of your magic<br /><br />tales of your dark temper<br />are legendary<br /><br />by magical arts<br />you reduce scorned suitors to cattle<br />or pigs<br />whichever suits your fancy<br /><br />you leave them nothing<br />not even their manhood<br /><br />still, I am drawn<br />like a wild beast<br />like all the others before me<br />to feast upon your witch's smile<br /><br />red wine drips from your moist lips<br />splashes on a bare breast<br /><br />like Odysseus<br />I suspect treachery from the outset<br />but I am only a man<br /><br />even as I tear at your clothing<br />I keep one eye on the door<br />and a hand on my sword<br /><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Copyright Walter Wykes, 2009</span></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6694495985810606318-1840218637315568220?l=beckettghost.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Beckett's Ghosthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12942945110762616972noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6694495985810606318.post-48519104507566645942009-04-19T01:23:00.000-07:002009-04-19T01:39:56.784-07:00your laughter echoes still<br />in that bright field where you played<br />so carefree, a little goddess<br />arms white as milk<br />gathering flowers with your playmates<br />when the earth shook<br />and through the crumbling ground<br />your monstrous lover burst<br />an uninvited guest<br />snatching you away<br />plucking your innocence<br />as you had plucked flowers<br />only moments before<br /><br />how you must have cried out<br />must have begged for your release<br /><br />when your mother learned of the abduction<br />her grief stopped the earth, the moon, the stars in their tracks<br />the world became eternal winter<br />there was no consolation, no solace<br />no moving on<br /><br />what an unexpected miracle when you returned to us<br />a gift from the gods<br /><br />but you are not the same<br />no longer that bright child<br />a handful of seeds has sealed your fate<br />and though all things flourish in your presence<br />your laughter is colored by that other place, that dark lover<br />and in your eyes cold winter reigns<br /><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">copyright Walter Wykes, 2009</span></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6694495985810606318-4851910450756664594?l=beckettghost.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Beckett's Ghosthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12942945110762616972noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6694495985810606318.post-51082857884541564592009-04-15T19:51:00.000-07:002009-04-16T02:08:44.760-07:00this isn't real<br />you can't be here<br />impossible<br />this is only memory<br />a cheap trick of my failing mind<br />I can't touch you<br />you're nothing but a ghost<br />a fabrication<br />a doppelgänger<br />fashioned out of mist to torment me<br />if I reach out<br />you will disappear<br />if I turn around<br />you will vanish<br />I know this to be true<br />but your body calls to me<br />your skin beckons<br />your eyes reach out<br />like a light in the fog<br />signaling across the years<br />the memories flood back<br />a rush of hopes dreams fears<br />whispers and caresses<br />your young body trembles<br />under a thin summery dress<br />and I reach for you<br />I feel you solid and alive<br />beneath my touch<br />then you shudder<br />and melt on my fingers<br />like a chocolate bar<br /><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Copyright Walter Wykes, 2009</span></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6694495985810606318-5108285788454156459?l=beckettghost.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Beckett's Ghosthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12942945110762616972noreply@blogger.com0