Jason bringing Pelias the Golden Fleece; a winged victory prepares to crown him with a wreath. Side A from an Apulian red-figure calyx crater, 340 BC–330 BC. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Chasing the mythical
All of my life
How many windmills.
How many windmills?
All things fantastical
Fall to my knife
Is this a standstill,
Is this a standstill?
Dreaming of mastery
Could it be mine?
How many quests now,
How many quests now?
I’m just a human
Not part divine
What could I endow,
What could I endow?
Golden fleece shining
In my mind’s eye
What kind of sacrifice,
What kind of sacrifice?
It’s just cheap colouring
It’s just a lie
Diamonds are just ice
Diamonds are just ice
© Helen Valentina 2014, All Rights Reserved
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I love this poem, very well done Helena.
Thanks so much!! I wasn’t sure if it worked as the form (which I made up) is a bit strange, but your comment makes me very happy!! 🙂 🙂
I really love the rhythm of this, Sis!! Well done!!
Thanks Skye – I wasn’t sure if the rhythm worked at all, but I posted it anyway, so I’m pleased if it did work for some readers (even given my own doubts LOL) ! 🙂 🙂
Again, truly magical.
Thank you! I wasn’t sure if it worked so hearing it did is gratifying!! 🙂 🙂
Love the repetition brilliant piece!
Thanks so much!! 🙂 🙂
Great rhythm in this piece; it sounds like the chanting of a mystical spell. Great poem!
Thanks so much!! 🙂 🙂
gorgeous – wonderful imagery!
Thank you so much!! 🙂 🙂