Of Troy
And Sparta
Painted (as a) whore,
offered as a bribe,
fathered by the greatest rapist
masquerading as graceful feathered force.
Taken from a king, given to a second son,
Perhaps Leda betrayed her, too.
Could a woman refuse a goddess?
The wall burned as it should.
About the Creator
Harper Lewis
I'm a weirdo nerd who’s extremely subversive. I like rocks, incense, and witchy stuff. Intrusive rhyme bothers me. Some of my fiction might have provoked divorce proceedings in another state.😈
MA English literature, College of Charleston
Keep reading
More stories from Harper Lewis and writers in Poets and other communities.
Echoes
I stepped carefully around the corner, the familiar sights and sounds hitting me like a brick to the face. My eyes watered. I could practically see us, all of us, back then, clustered around the outdoor tables in front of the pizza shop, the bar, the coffee shop. I could smell the various stalls from the events we’d been to on this street. I could taste the churros and nachos.
By Phoenixica243 days ago in Fiction
Comments (3)
Lives of the rich and famous, and the disadvantaged. still it goes on.
Nothing ever really changes, does it? powerhouse of a poem that lingers!
Pure power words, and some of those "men" got what they deserved, but it seems even worse today