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Click hereOne woman went astray, and all the world
Got up and going – ships were put to sea,
And swords got sharpened, and the princes hurled
Their forces' fire into the fray, to be
Right in the thick of things, and not to miss
The fairest face their era knew, when she
Might show upon the wall, her looks a kiss
For parching souls - the merest glimpse would do;
Excuse enough to bear the rough abyss
Of misery that they would find their due,
The dirt around their tents, the lack of food,
The cruel disc up in a sky too blue,
The jealousies, the anger that accrued
Between old foes, the trickeries, the shame,
The unprovoked hostilities that strewed
The field with gore, all in a woman's name...
But then, she had green eyes, and in her smile
There lay a lure that made men take all blame
Upon their shoulders, hoping all the while
To find looks aimed at them; they'd be well-paid
For many a dangerous and lonely mile
And hardships soon forgotten, as she played
Their heartstrings like a lyre. Half in dreams
They'd have her image haunt their days, arrayed
In fine white linen, sewn with golden seams,
And on her long, dark hair a band of gold
That sparkled in the sun's adoring beams
And when the heat died down, and day grew old,
The light might drop behind her and display
Her shapely limbs in shadows, and the cold
Was counterbalanced by the sight – a day
Of longing brightened by such breasts, such charms
That even though full half a mile away
Would set their hearts a-beating, and their arms
Would hurt with sad desire as on the walls
Essential beauty gave her cruel alarms.
the face that launched a million words....
and still counting
It reminds me of one I did on Clint Eastwood...A town called Hell....but I fear it was not as powerful as this
...is that her beauty was the death of thousands! An interesting addition to the collection of poems on the lovely/deadly Helen of Troy!
on beauty and the usage of. TK U MLJ LV NV