"parthenope" poems
Love, unruliest hope, when fierce Diana went wild
With savage discourse, the arrow-stroke of her tongue—
While rage-hounds bay in wooded Gargaphie—aimed at Actaeon.
Or old Baucis her god-giving bone fat of mind,
Stewed the broth of covenant for Zeus to repay in kind.
Then Parthenope, siren-stung in her whirlpool of sea vines,
Her maiden-voice is a breath of sand for Naples to muse upon.
The body of Helen still lies in ages-old smoke over our cities,
We live in the timberframe of her bones of burned ships.
Why can’t her death be an end to all skies?
Oct 8, 2021
Oct 8, 2021 at 8:22 PM UTC
A trouble, not of clouds, or weeping rain,
Nor of the setting sun’s pathetic light
Engendered, hangs o’er Eildon’s triple height:
Spirits of Power, assembled there, complain
For kindred Power departing from their sight;
While Tweed, best pleased in chanting a blithe strain,
Saddens his voice again, and yet again.
Lift up your hearts, ye Mourners! for the might
Of the whole world’s good wishes with him goes;
Blessings and prayers in nobler retinue
Than sceptred king or laurelled conqueror knows,
Follow this wondrous Potentate. Be true,
Ye winds of ocean, and the midland sea,
Wafting your Charge to soft Parthenope!
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Four drops of Carmine.
One for hope,
One for trust,
One for love,
One for guilt.
-parthenope
May 26, 2020
May 26, 2020 at 5:18 AM UTC
If our love was an ocean then we were stranded at sea
lost, miles from safety, just out of reach.
We fired off all signals and called out in distress,
But we were sailing upon a corpse. A crippled ship. Wrecked.
And when we depended on a shore but a stone’s throw away
you slipped the stone into my pocket and watched
as I drowned beneath the waves.
Sep 21, 2015
Sep 21, 2015 at 3:39 AM UTC
It's blur and it's dark!
The halo long gone,
All shadows around me.
Smiling now,
Crying like a mad person then.
Next thing I know
I Scratched myself.
All in all
It's me fading away.
The shadows of past,
The crime of actions,
Deafening silence,
Defining my violent acts.
Looking at the world
I could tell,
I want to fly.
Ready to take the leap of faith,
Scared of the end it could give.
Lights blinking afar,
Looking like diamonds and star,
Getting blurred second by second,
The disablement of my vision,
Clouding my mind.
Left that beautiful creation behind,
And Killed my kind.
©parthenope
May 25, 2020
May 25, 2020 at 11:20 AM UTC
Felt your warmth only in my dreams
and yet i crave your touch so much,
the pain is almost physical.
-parthenope
May 26, 2020
May 26, 2020 at 5:20 AM UTC
earth(n.)
/əːθ/
A caring mother we love to exploit.
-parthenope
May 27, 2020
May 27, 2020 at 2:29 PM UTC