-- Wish You Were Here* -- standard postcard greeting -- Poems aren't postcards to send home -- Anne Sexton
Dear friends, dear friends at home, resent No pagan rite nor chance event We've failed to photograph for you With technicolor flair in the true Late Tourist Style. Be satisfied
You're there, not here in Circe's herd Or dodging stones some Giant's hurled Or fending Triton's tempest blasts Or lashed, like me, to a shattered mast As tempting taunts roll down the tide.
When night winds grind the wheel of sleep Consider Cyclops, counting sheep; When home-fires cool, just think of us Attending smokes more perilous! Home-bound friends, be notified:
This holiday's a Trojan Horse. The wine's gone bad. The weather's worse. So mark our fates by this palsied hand: *Have sacrificed most every man. Now homeward-bound. Still terrified.
Copyright 2011, The Lyric; this is a companion piece to "Andromeda's Rant." "To Penelope..."was recently named the 2011 "New England Award" winner from The Lyric.