Monday, November 5, 2012

Postcard Poems: Six


I hope you never hear this
because I wouldn't want to see you blush
red like the six seeds swallowed
to give Hades a Queen.
Six seeds for six months
because six months separated is long enough
to abide Hermes' escort from this mortal coil.
But
we all have an Orpheus
willing to follow us into the dark
to plead their case past three trials
and carry us back into the light.
Even if they look back, don't fade away
unless the sadness and the silence
should rival the burning hate of Styx
in ways even Lethe cannot wash away.
For Odysseus does Penelope wait
greater times than half circles round Helios' hall,
hiding daily devotion in nightly tricks.
Sometimes even the brightest lights
cast the darkest shadows.
And I would carry you away like Ganymede
if you wanted to be closer to the sun.

Bonus pic! Because Ethan requested a hand-painted postcard I took a picture of myself in process.