Tuesday, August 10, 2010

A bit of poetry

Adonis

thou art brazen

to walk in human form.

As could my hands

sculpture

the beauty that is you,

And would that I was able

to caress such muscled stone

in the likeness of a god

‘Neath my palms

in beauty’s reign,

Tis your visage

I would work

And, when the gods

fell to jealousy

would only I call my task

complete,

For your reflection

would win Narcissus’ pool,

And topple Olympus

at your feet.


I guess I should have known when I wrote this poem years ago that I was destined to write YA, because that young guy in the picture was the kind of Adonis I saw when I wrote it. Funny how hindsight is 20/20.

2 comments:

Jessie said...

BEAUTIFUL!

AE Rought said...

Thanks, Jessie! It's one of my favorites.