Amphitrite

Near the sixth moon, salt and skin

Rose up-- Sea stained beauty,

Heir to gluttonous torch of the land. 

Wildfire eyes never beholden of such

Grey grace by marble edifice in candlelight.

She labored, and six more moons passed, 

Birthing blood into life upon sea stained grandeur. 

Great honor bestowed, at cold temples 

beyond heart’s reach… 

searing olive branch teeth into young mouths’ deceit. 

Shallow depths wrought against hostile winds, 

quelling lacerating inferno, and now 

the marble edifice bears her name. 

Catlike mist of morning’s light 

burned off into blue night with cheers of her divinity. 

Yet, her ocean’s glory, tethered by adoration, 

yearned against wise words to find 

turbulent coves in desire. Such, 

when sharp winds encased the millet 

in shackles of ice, the ocean was found dry. 

Her cobalt aura, kneeled quiet, 

was indicted by her servants, then bound; 

tossed into blue depth. 

Salt and bile tore into healed flesh, 

once enigmatic, now forlorn in disaster: colossus.

On that slow descent, her talons scraped 

drought-cracked soil, and its stone icing, 

into seawater’s grip. Through earth, 

fallen silent, her soul’s 

addled scream pierced blackness:

Sap crystallized in oaken chains, and 

carbon crushed into worth behind Gaia’s abdomen. 

Helios tumbled from wind-loft manor, 

sinking tersely into the sky’s 

obsidian colors. 

As jagged marble and sharkskin 

melded to sable, carrion swarmed with flies, 

and pitch flattened to the drum beat of her fury. 

Her resting bed: 

stalagmite of green glass, buried with a chorus. 

Desolation himself wept, and life’s gilded 

shroud joined that black chorus. 

Even struggle, dragging her irons to shore, 

could not find reason to colonize emptiness, 

bleak even by winter’s white measure. 

Reviews

[Chris]

Your image grew well and became ...behind my eyes.