My hope – unfurls in the wine-dark sea,
My love – sends her warmth home to me,
I am fleeting, alone – ambition
blushes in the hooded shadow
of choppy waves, and in the trail
of Andromeda whispering in eastward skies.
In the Ionian Blue, old Earth-Shaker
cools his feet, a colder seraphim
disguised as a blue-haired king –
And as night runs deep, I swim
into a slumber, a mellowed dream,
I drift asleep – inexorably –
in honeyed melodies of Calypso and lyre.
I burn up in an atmosphere of longing,
over nymphean swathe and fire –
a hand for a hand, a hand for the free;
one I cannot accept –
For I have been trapped here Calypso,
nearly seven long years;
I long for my release as it
slowly draws near,
and time seems vagabond,
drifting, faded and supine –
oh I want to rise out of
this chamber and
clamber into the sky...
Written through the eyes of Odysseus, the Greek king of Ithaca and the hero of Homer's poem the Odyssey.
Odysseus was imprisoned by Calypso, a nymph from the Greek island of Ogygia, for seven years.
Calypso wanted to make Odysseus her husband, and whilst he was imprisoned, she would attempt to enchant him with her singing.
Odysseus soon wished for circumstances to change - for he could no longer bear being separated from his wife, Penelope.
This is his lament.