Sunday, April 29, 2012

Funeral Songs for Helios - 29/30

Another beach poem. Surprised? Don't worry, it's a good one.

This one, inspired by how the sun, hidden behind clouds, still reflects cleanly on wet sand. An interesting image, the sun in sand. 

Funeral Songs for Helios 

Helios glows from the underworld
and Poseidon laments his nephew
with droves of tide-wove breath,
salty with the songs and psalms
sung on sunken seahorse tongues,
played between slick tentacles
forming underwater clefs.
Naiads with crustacean skin
dance trots and sideways sambas,
and nymphs crowned in anemones
whirl their puckering hair in turn
while unicornic beauties arc
their bulk throughout the sea,
all for the love of poor Helios,
his aureole glowing
in the thick and liquored sand.

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