no reason, myth

Callipso as it were,
as softly spoken in oldest ways,
the elder sayer passed along
myths of vibrance like her song
and thus he said...

'she the cursed bewitched maid,
was once a princess born of the blade.
A stock of a greybeard warrior's seed,
unto a whimsy girl not of noble blood or creed,
not even of the world of which we see,
neigh, a faint, a legend, and infinity.
her beauty and love so hot and blazed,
to burn the eyes without a care.
she was borne of a mythic time,
of a golden first-time goddess,
who can only be described,
as the one-time colors of sunset,
or the waves of a collapsing ocean,
or the torrents of windswept rains,
not of any hardened substance or earthly gains.

but dont by her utter raptured good
wrongly surmise only that genetic rhapsody!
no, she was of poison too, and lethal creed,
killer of many, blooded by their faulty need,
harmless only to one who holds close his might,
from whose arteries the very rains will bleed,
or so as foretold it was
by some long ancient unknown sorcercy,
of his family bloodline, past some northern sea.
their chemical ancestry of fires,
she was loosed from her cage by his unnatural desires.

foreign songs she sung and spun
as her silken gowns were smooth
so the noted breeze curved by her tongue
her vex and vegan creed and body nude
she sung to him, he went unto her it's true,
not within, but o're the ocean's he flew
be it this was his nature of the very air
that coaxes her skin to stand and tussles her hair
in their pleasure forged trysts that are very art,
and therefore cannot end, but forever start.

so she sprung from this old blood
a northern mix of soil
and mediteranean muds
as crossing amongst dimensions just
he slew dragons to quench his lust

half god and goddess plunged in tryst
midevil times or circular bliss
space and time is just continued myst
I tell you now with some fevered malady,
that Callipso sprung from this'

so the myth was true, but built from lies
a gorgeous goddess to control the skies
but lethal hence the bride of cries
from nordic wars and sunlight brides

her mother that of gold and steel
pierced upon the sword unreal
impaled with passion and art
dancing for those of lessened heart.

upon storm and wind her rhythm emparts
reduced in truant rose-dew
of morning fog and evening blue

oh read my riddle, see its code
swallows turned to leaves of old
vortex on the sea of stars
where time is less of talons
when place is the drink of roses
their thorns of past imposes

this storm summoned there and then
is of a thousand years ago
one who was borne that many years late
in an age of reason where they dont belong
not the days of art;
thus in these concrete days of grey
they are simply wrong

reason kills what life can give
so reason is the death of dragons
the death of angels
of demons, of ghosts and faints
mythic places that logic taints

on and on words can be a spell
however, no words will ever tell
what Calipso, she so terrible
utterly lucid in that
once a sheening princess
now gorgeous in fear and dark
the old man's tale hit the mark
as it were
so it be said
that words are worthless
trust the song instead
the dance of lust
the pierce of rosen thorn
that magic flower
ancient power of souls forlorn
and beautiful in their insanity
leave the rest and give only that to me!

give me silence of thought.
and the melodramtic rot
be rid of it.
make love and drink
let lose your armies
across the flooded plain
for there once twisted bodies lay

nude and insane
of she and he
the stroking grass on her skin
the drops of rain off his chin
the tongue that spoke a thousand songs and tales
impaled in a dance of lips and gales
this cloudburst of swallows turned to leaves at dusk
the fragrance of warriors art and sea-salt musk
they plunge upon one another
imbibed in soaken soil and dust
from the old Spartan plain
ingredients of blood and grain
into her and out again
while she cries his name
that word is the game
will she know?
the rest is all show
speak the mystery
that of his true name
for it is his life-blood code.

the storm, the wind, the night
the omnipresent light
the timeless will to fight
no time in an endless rainy night
where clouds emptied their enormous plight
those waters upon her skins gave no excuse
they would enrich her utter reason-less foray

into the raptured night.

 

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Jake Thirsk