“To The Poetess”
epic battles of heroes on bloody foreign fields
or gods meddling in the lives of men and women
were not subject fit enough for your sweet lines.
instead you delved deep into the bittersweet
affairs of human hearts, the union of souls,
the intoxication of lovers sharing the common cup.
your words like wine lingered on the lips
of ancient vocalists thirsting for vintage reds
singing verses you cultured long ago.
your gleaming feast of words filled from apple trees
you strode by long ago as honey breezes blew waves
through your shining locks. your bold steps soon followed.
your words are only known to us from ancient admirers
or from torn and tattered fractions lining paper mache coffins.
How great your work when fragments alone
grant you immortality.