Golden Fleece

Jason bringing Pelias the Golden Fleece; a win...

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

About Helen

I'm drawn to blogging as a way to share ideas and consider what makes us who we are. Whether it's in our working life or our creativity, expression is a means to connect.
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12 Responses to Golden Fleece

  1. I love this poem, very well done Helena.

  2. I really love the rhythm of this, Sis!! Well done!!

  3. sknicholls says:

    Again, truly magical.

  4. Love the repetition brilliant piece!

  5. Angela says:

    Great rhythm in this piece; it sounds like the chanting of a mystical spell. Great poem!

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