Poems From Providence - The Poet's Press
Poems From Providence - The Poet's Press
Poems From Providence - The Poet's Press
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2<br />
THE ENCOUNTER WITH GANYMEDE<br />
It is a moonless night.<br />
Earth dips into the inkwell sky:<br />
even Olympus sinks<br />
into the raven-feathered dark.<br />
A chill blows up from the Stygian banks.<br />
<strong>The</strong> smell of sulfur and stagnant ponds<br />
usurps the garlands, the incense,<br />
the overtopping urns of ambrosia.<br />
<strong>The</strong> Greek Isles tremble.<br />
Elephant waves stampede,<br />
flooding the unprotected shore,<br />
careening the ships in safe harbors.<br />
<strong>The</strong> Titans roar in Tartarus,<br />
bellow in their cursed sleep,<br />
pulling their blankets of stone askew.<br />
Zeus calls Poseidon. Ares arrives,<br />
gallops from cloud-top<br />
on his nightmare stallions,<br />
armor akimbo. Lastly Hephaestus,<br />
borne on a car with a clutch of weapons:<br />
newly-forged swords and ancient javelins,<br />
polished brass shields and helmets,<br />
piled at the side of the council hall.<br />
<strong>The</strong> earthquake wakens Hera.<br />
She feels the crack on her temple floors,<br />
the rush of mothers and children<br />
to the shelter of her altars,<br />
the supplication of priestesses.<br />
Donning a cloak she rushes to the hall,<br />
her hair and robes thrown wide<br />
by the speed of her flight,<br />
only to find the bronze door closed,<br />
the brazier of welcome extinguished,<br />
the servants scattering —<br />