Odyssey

Sing on, winter moon and incubate

cool shadow for a tongue-sweet summer!

This wind chants blue honey,

diamonds drunk on peach meat

and the juice of sleeping rock.

I shake beneath the forest of their storm.

PROMPT: Words chosen from my magnetic tile stash. However, I was trying to emulate the rhythm of the openings lines of Homer's Odyssey. I prefer the Fitzgerald translation but could not find a link to it on the internet.