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When Poseidon Left

Out on this bird-less archipelago
all shades of blueness blend.
Where sky ends and sea begins
is indiscernible.

It was here, in a time
no longer imagined, that Poseidon
was said to have risen from the sea.

Mermaids with silver tresses sang
him into the green aisles of myth

No longer does his spirit command
 the Seven Seas.
The siren song still whispers it
 to the Four Winds.
“Someday he will rise again,”

to greet a godless Nemesis
 in a fish-less sea.

Suzanne Delaney

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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Date: 5/29/2017 1:10:00 AM
Nicely done 7 :)
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Date: 4/7/2017 12:27:00 PM
You project lovely images, Suzanne, yet the thought of sirens waiting, the bird-less archipelago, and the fish-less sea strike a note of sadness! Full marks to your poetic offering. Hugs // paul
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Suzanne Delaney
Date: 4/8/2017 5:49:00 AM
Hi Paul: It is more a lament of how nature is being threatened. Our oceans are being fished out and the atmosphere polluted. The sadness is to shock people into preserving our precious environment.
Date: 4/6/2017 11:47:00 PM
Perfect colors, Suzanne. : ) The whole things sings of blue, green, and those silver tresses.
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Date: 4/8/2017 5:51:00 AM
Thanks Doug: sometimes myth can call attention to immediate dangers.