Poetry in April -- in celebration |
to become rock hard like granite that I can ‘t do it even if this body has evolved breach after breach then glued together with crack marks and if I had a hundred gigantic eyes to see all creation rise and eclipse, still, you’d find a way to lull me to sleep with your tattered siren songs and lean close to draw a crystal sword, and slash whispering in rapture’s lexicon to carry me into the night torn in stars as I said I can’t do it despite a hundred gigantic eyes to become rock hard like granite and look deeper to see your shadows -------------- Prompt: use/adapt myth, legend, folklore, faith tradition From http://www.theoi.com/Gigante/GiganteArgosPanoptes.html "ARGOS PANOPTES was a hundred-eyed giant of Argolis in the Peloponnese. Once when Zeus was consorting with the Argive Nymphe Io, his jealous wife Hera appeared on the scene. The god quickly transformed her into a white heifer but the goddess was not deceived and demanded the animal as a gift. She then appointed Argos Panoptes as its guard. Zeus sent Hermes to surreptitiously rescue his lover. The god lulled the giant to sleep with his music and slew him with his sword. From this conquest he earned the title Argeiphontes "Slayer of Argos". Hera rewarded Argos for his service by placing his hundred eyes on the tail of her sacred bird, the peacock." |