Beetlebung and Kettlehole--April Poems

Overture to Apollo

                    “….blaspheme so loudly,
                    And live for that honour, to stoop to thee now?
                    O Delphic Apollo!” -- John Keats


“O, Delphic Apollo!”
no less vague than a moon mission
you write off your debts
using the plague as if pen and ink

since fates humored us both, release me
from these poetic chills with fire-fletched arrows
or send me a symphony
Berlioz-like, fantastic

now, while I write between the lines
seasons are merging in regret
yet, for all the burns it causes
the saffron sun still shines
and, even at this late hour,
you still inspire me
to change my life.


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Prompt: Apollo