Poem: Pella in June

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Scribbled this out in a hurry on the way home. Another Alexander the Great poem, but I'm rather happy with the way this one turned out.

Pella in June

Father scopes the sunrise
Red gold and radiant
Proudly observes
Factions of pure fire
Tamed and called to heel
Helios’ golden hounds
Harnessed in molten
Stripes of glaring leather

He dreams in decadence
A king conquering the gods
But truly
A boy attempting with
High hopes
To disabuse the notion
That he’s too small to play

Mother glares upon the sunrise
Taunting with its splendor
Casting out the drab shadows
The black lepers of the years
And calling, coaxing
A mute mountain maid
To dance for Dionysus

She reminds with regality
Of promises procured
Blood boiled and
Silkenly spilt
A witch
Rich ruby robes
Covering the soul
Encased with a spurned heart

I blink at the sunrise

I posses no such
Inner monologue

It is already mine