CALYPSO
Young gods paced their mythic Pantheon.
Métis laxed her fingers for the briefest moment
And they were gone.
Singing with the golden urges of youth
Along the dark passages of Kingston’s night.
Wire thin time
Closing their ears to all but the Sirens,
The nymphs.
Calypso
Drifting down
Through the starry
Millennium.
Moistened lips beckon;
Vesta’s dark felloe magic
Offering
Music to condense the seven years
Into the dust of one night..
Bedimmed ambrosial columns
Subdue in ancient rhythms.
Wry smiles
Light up the Dawn.
Métis shakes her head;
Discomfited.
R.Kear. © 2000 1995
