- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Cancer
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He tweaked a Herculean toe,
was booted into Space and
belittled by the Gods for
botching his chance:
catastered but cashiered,
stripped of glory.
Ashamed by defeat, dishonour,
he found, by some linguistic twist,
his name given over to
disease, distress and death:
no shell is thick enough to bear
such malignity.
The Dark Sign hunkers down,
too armoured to be hurt,
too hurt to care for armour,
hiding in the gaily crowded sky .
- COMMENTS
DawnJabout 10 years agoI enjoy the way your mind seems to work. :) It makes for fascinating reading. Who knew this would be about an astrological sign? I certainly didn't till the last stanza. That's definitely a smart way to keep me reading! I like it!
GuiltyPleasureabout 13 years ago- I missed this until now as I troll through the past. Maria's right, the 2nd strophe is lovely.
Tess - adding five useless points
buttersabout 13 years agoyou manage to take these ancients and make them perfectly current - and why not? they're out there constantly, it's only our own time-lines that make them ancient...
your last strophe is suitable squat, and i can see how well this will sit hunkered down amongst the other constellation pieces, 'hiding in the gaily crowded sky'. would i change gaily? no, i wouldn't. it reminds me of bright young things, party-goers, a little too bright, a little too loud, and contrasts so well with the darker brooding of Cancer. i think any problems others have with that word might be another cultural thing, perhaps - the connotations i read into it are pretty much down to oh so english reading growing up. :)
