The soldiers grieved for Adonais, dead,
bewailed his beauty, from his body bled.
Then all those savage sons stowed swords and shields
and swore they’d no more fight on foreign fields.
Their hearts were moved, but did not break or quake;
They stared at him, as if he was awake,
like Hector or Achilles, bold and brave
or Christ, the king of love, who all men crave.
They parted though, like sea, when goddess came.
For one true love, she shared with them the same
heart-wrenching, but as she passed by them slow,
towards her Adonais with her woe;
they wept and tore their chain-mail: all the host!
For Aphrodite’s grief hurt them the most.
bewailed his beauty, from his body bled.
Then all those savage sons stowed swords and shields
and swore they’d no more fight on foreign fields.
Their hearts were moved, but did not break or quake;
They stared at him, as if he was awake,
like Hector or Achilles, bold and brave
or Christ, the king of love, who all men crave.
They parted though, like sea, when goddess came.
For one true love, she shared with them the same
heart-wrenching, but as she passed by them slow,
towards her Adonais with her woe;
they wept and tore their chain-mail: all the host!
For Aphrodite’s grief hurt them the most.
- Author: Blue-eyed Bolla (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: June 2nd, 2021 02:59
- Comment from author about the poem: my feeble attempt at a tragic sonnetÂ
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 16
Comments1
beautiful!
there's a stark quality that I can't help
but relate to Euripides
the way, he too exposed the monstrosity of war
to his fellow Grecian's (during war)
except your words, explore the suffering and oppression
of womankind in general, I think..?
still, such an engaging read
liked the way you weaved
mythology with theology, with purpose
added a lot of depth
to what interpretive meaning
we readers have to play around with
really well executed, thank you for sharing
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