Fate Was a Daughter.

[jones jones]

This is one poem of a Trilogy I have written ...



You appeared surrounded by ecstatic worshippers

Like an orgiastic goddess in search of a kingdom,

And when I saw you my reason flew out as a bird

So that stripped of my armour, my insanity was revealed.



You spoke in a voice that soothed the waves

And forbade the winds blow and I was your slave.

Like a hero of antiquity I invented a dance

And drowned in a cask of honey as I rejoiced.



How the gods must have laughed

For they alone have the power of prophecy

And knew that I had only created a phantom

To play out a primitive drama.



So now I wear the helmet of darkness

As I wait at the river of woe to forget,

For the prayers of lovers are seldom answered

And the ritual use of wine cannot erase memories.



You spoke in the voice of a mortal woman

Softly, like the rustling of oak leaves,

And something inside me broke with a sound

Like the plucking of a lyre string.

For you took revenge for my vanity

And you defended your chosen man

Making him your heir as you scorned me

And threw my bones behind you.



So finding myself in a place of many terrors

I went and whispered to a hole in the ground

That fate was a daughter too young to marry

Yet too beautiful to be free.