Kevin Michael Bloor

Bitter Breezes

I wrote her name upon the water

My goddess, who was Zeus’ daughter

For from the sea she rose

With golden locks for clothes

 

I wrote her name with youth’s first fires

For maiden of my mad desires

THEY said I was bad news

A mean malicious muse!

 

I wrote her name with pen I borrowed

She left me, but for me, she sorrowed

In seaweed-sharpened shawl

Came cruellest cut of all!

 

I wrote her name in dreams, when dreaming

Against the spite of sirens scheming

I never had a prayer

For her, THEY would not share

 

I wrote her name in love-sick letters

With shackles on my wrists and fetters

All forged for me to wear;

 To wash me from her hair

 

I wrote her name with purest passion

In hope, Fortuna, would refashion

Our Fate – star-cross’d and cruel

Secured by father’s rule

 

I wrote her name; my pen was pleading:

“You’re killing me!” I rhymed. When reading,

Her heart might melt inside

Along with goddess’ pride!

 

I wrote her name so THEY would read it

My hand – THEY swore she’d never need it

That hand will reach her still;

My love they’ll never kill!

 

I wrote her name on breezes blowing

Poetically, cruel seed was sowing

To make her father sad

And drive her mother mad!