The Hidden Goddess

Behind her smile and blue enchanted eyes

There hid a gorgeous goddess in disguise

Between her tiny, turned up, tender toes

Some sand slept silently from when she rose

From when she rose and trod the beach at dawn

And moved among them on that misty morn

Stern, surly sailors, with their nets on shore

Born blind to beauty, so could do no more

Than lust and leer and laugh and shout out loud

At goddess girl, dressed strange in seaweed shroud

For they were fishermen without finesse

Who yearned for Zeus’ daughter to say, yes!

Of thoughts ‘neath locks of gold they took no mind

They were too deep for men – the fishing kind!