SAPPHO'S FALLEN STARS part 3

Written by: Victoria Anderson-Throop

                                


                                SAPPHO'S FALLEN STARS        part 3

Oh, all who hear each word so said--
Mourn my gentle friends-- now in repose behold them dead
May scalding wreathes of tears enfold each honored head

Someone’s shadow joins me here
The scent is one I once held dear

Is this the learned’ Sappho to whom I speak--
The bride of Lesbos with the low forbidden voice
She who climbs the ragged mountains dangerous peak
                                 She who holds the intimate delights within her lap
               Knows which sweet sound sparks ears of men to ring
                       Calls in the blue daughters of twilight to entrap
                                         with Lusty joy –
entwining madly with the bursting spring. 

She , whose voice explodes with songs and lyres--
ignites the camping soldiers with the fires
of her bold call—
vibrates desires
siren’s yearn
Even the most valiant heroes to her return-- 
Desert just cause – oaths dissolve to become
Sudden slaves to female bliss that binds them til they burn

If you are the source of Sappho’s sultry voice—
Open your arms

Behold and Rejoice
your work of charms


and Accept this
Humbled general’s
Sacrifice of Shame

Oh hearers all—Ye, Who have a moment but to spare--
                       Remember my good men --their story share—
                           
                   Paralyzed—
                                      by manly Pride brave men fell at the feet of Sappho fair
         	   Tantalized –
                                      an army lies eternal midst the tangles of her hair 



Victoria Anderson-Throop
Dec 18, 2012