My favorite legend still has salt on it,
white freckles left from the sea of Colchis.
If you search carefully,
you might even find a whisp of golden byssus
slipping into your palm.
Chart laid out,
course set for the ram of Phrixus;
fleece beyond the friendly sea
one must brave the clashing rocks.
The gods will have their game,
but none can tame Lord Jason
but Medea,
daughter of Aeëtes,
high priestess of the temple,
beloved niece of Circe, who turned all men to beasts.
How many months at sea,
men slowly turning bronze behind the oars,
only men for company and out sight of shore.
How they must have bathed in the sea
as bare as fish
and just as quick and shining.
How well they mastered ropes and sweat,
muscles wrapped around their bones.
Who remembers who mended the sail?
No one. Yet on they sailed!
March 3rd 2020
Contest: Favorite Legend
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
Colchis’ golden fleece
To claim the throne of winter
On quest of coolness!
-February 02, 2019 Chattogram