The sailors stand

The sailors stand

The winds have been their faithful friends
who divvy naught - solely sing
when midnight in the seas suspends
when stares in darkness tend to cling.

Their messages exclaims of mind,
the bluish vastness shroud and berth,
shall tomb in depths and thus enshrined
perchance abide by lands of mirth.

Their ancestors and maids of brines
- sea nymphs of valor and of thorn -
foam ceremonial designs
to host the venturers and mourn.

Cause it is said that three fates weave
with harpsichords alone to play,
upon the bridge of cargo cleave
while ghosts afar the tunes convey.

The sailors stand upon the stern
when nightly stars the dawn bedeck,
the maids of brines on minds discern
fixate on waves their stares and beck.

© 05-18-2015, G. Venetopoulos, All Rights Reserved
(Iambic tetrameter)

The mist around the boulder

The mist around the boulder (Roxanne of Alexander the Great)

She kept her staring eyes beyond the ridge and orange skylines,
where sun was crowning combs, and writhed the mauve thistles;
it was the time the shadows fell upon the homes and grapevines,
while blue was spreading from the east and winds in branches whistled.

The dark of night embraced her form, espoused her thought and breathing,
how lonesome was the specter of this shortened time and order
when bold the blades of memories returned and beamed unsheathing,
granite became his thought, and hers, the mist around the boulder.

The dark of night embraced him, then, and wraiths, above, surpassed him
across the Acheronian stills where shadowed lifted billows,
contributing armorial vows and her betrothal bracing
of orchard blooms and stalwart deeds among the astral meadows.

© 2015-02-19, Georgios Venetopoulos, All rights reserved
(rhyming Iambic decapentasyllabic)