An Olympic Heartbreak (Redux)
In a time of epic turmoil
and unsurpassable bliss
I once had this fair goddess
my diaphanous lover
from far off Mount Olympus
Was it all that wrong?
She knew how to play
my favourite song
upon her golden lyre
setting my heart on fire
with unquenchable desire
all night long
An Aegean Odysseum (Redux)
Once I had lover
of Olympian splendour
Nightly she would come to me
as the goddess Aphrodite
in a full blown frenzy
of insatiable desire
Lost in her lustful pleasure
I was driven half crazy
(Aphrodite being half human)
Yet at the break of dawn
she’d miraculously transform
into Athena
Zeus’s warlike daughter
the born again virgin
with her divinity fully intact
all pent up
in a vesuvian rage
and ready to attack
Her bronze age wisdom
wielded as a deadly weapon
Was I just her Troy Boy to be used
and then abandoned come the morning?
A Pantheon of Seduction (Redux)
As a naïve teenager
of unsullied Innocence
I was ruthlessly seduced
by a Grecian lover
who’s pagan charm
( of grievous bodily harm
to any a mere mortal )
all sensual and mysterious
was in truth impossible
for a curious youth
such as my good self
to ever resist
She of a higher power
from lofty Mount Olympus
the erotically reckless
exotic goddess … Aphrodite
Was it her insatiable desire
that so graciously
nearly killed me with her
all consuming divinity?
An Epicurean Conundrum:
Carnal The Bristle
Mortal The Brush
Forever That Hunger
Of A Celestial Rush
A hasty summit commences
upon Mount Olympus
amongst some random Immortals
(Not the fictional entities
of Harry Potter, but the fanciful
deities of a bygone era)
with an opening statement
from Demeter . . .
the much revered Earth Mother;
I had just checked in
to the Surfer’s Paradise
Hawaiian Motel
and was defrosting slowly
with a block of black ice
and a bottle of Wild Turkey
when the news broke …
the King of Rock ‘n’ Roll
that Brylcreem Adonis
had gone to meet eternity
He could rhythm & blues
the whole jail house block
at the Heartbreak Hotel
in his blue suade shoes
Elvis “the Pelvis” Presley
He could even
gospel his way
to the edge of reality
Heaven’s pearly gates
now blown straight to hell
A pill overdose?
Or perhaps
a Cheeseburger Deluxe
was the guilty party?
Time will surely tell
as the red neon
of a No Vacancy sign
flickers on
at the Surfer’s Paradise
Hawaiian Motel
David Redpath 