After Troy
On the necks of wild horses
we spread our wings,
stretched headlong,
wind in our teeth
blades in our fists.
Still the black ships came,
drove their wedged prows
hard upon our shores,
spears lowered
towards the city.
By Greek gifts and fire,
she burned.
we spread our wings,
stretched headlong,
wind in our teeth
blades in our fists.
Still the black ships came,
drove their wedged prows
hard upon our shores,
spears lowered
towards the city.
By Greek gifts and fire,
she burned.
posted by burning moon at 2:07 PM
2 Comments:
Don't tell me you have been watching the movie 'Troy'
Gods!!!
Eric Bana , what an embarrassment lol
Paris was not some weedy pretty boy from the suburbs *sighs*
Now Arnie Swarzennneggerrrr
I think thats how its spelt lol
He would have made an awesome Paris, although they would have had to give him a machine gun for maximum effect *laughs*
Sorry, I'm digressing
The poem is very good, you capture the mood of it so well in such a short succinct piece, and the last two lines and a perfect ending, you always seem to finish a poem just right, its one of your skills Moon
Troy was on the telly last night.
I had started this poem on the way home from work one night and liked what I had, but didn't know what to do with it. It seemed to fit just right into this so I was quite pleased to be able to keep what I had.
Sigh ... STILL find punctuation a struggle!
I seem to be constantly editing to change commas. Take them out, put them back ... grrr so frustrating.
Still, I'm better than I was.
Thanks for liking :)
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