08 October 2009

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.

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