A somber dome protected fondly from the heights
Of solitude by hawkish eyes was found at length
By Jupiter in his relentless storm of lights.
In there lay, hidden from all view, a youth whose strength
And beauty could ensorcel any heart and spark long fights
Among all those who’d lay their eyes
Upon a gem which all restraint defies.
The master of the heavens, in a show of skill,
Engulfed the tower in a ceaseless rain of gold
To kidnap fair-eyed Ganymede and then, at will,
To bring this shepherd to Olympus, in a bold
Attempt his fondest wishes to fulfill.
And thus, borne high on eagle’s wings,
A lad outdid the fame of kings.
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Categories:
ensorcel, love, lust, mythology,
Form: Rhyme
A pendulum is but a slave of time:
What its trapped spirit wants is hidden where
The folding waves can find a friendly clime,
Far from the bloody dagger of despair.
Inveigled by amorphous accolades
Of lust, the lure to scry and linger thin
In search of faithful memories soon fades
If hungry eyes ensorcel beauty’s twin.
Æolian caresses cannot calm
The mind of Argus on his callous charge,
Though knavish gods have chosen to embalm
His eyes within a noble avian barge.
How brazen! I still crave the fleeting thrill
To break the sundial as Saint Elmo strikes the mast
Of ships, and make gray time stand still.
O, might it die so that I breathe at last!
Find my poems and published poetry volumes at www.eton-langford.com
Categories:
ensorcel, mythology, time,
Form: Rhyme