Tuesday, February 15, 2011

WHITE MOUNTAINS OF ZEUS - CRETE





OLD MASTERS OF ZEUS


Petticoated in cloud ... Old masters of Zeus;

Spying for millions, upon non-uniformed minions.

Whisper'd secrets cross valleys, rain-riched and humming;

Gilded gifts for Africa on the blazon of Boreas.


Shelter for the Exiled, driven from their stoves;


Once trampled by treason of Nazi-boot stomp.

A cemetry in quarters for flesh-robbed ideals;

An outsider's unholy war; no guilt, the olive groves!



Cut-outs pressed against wall of blue

Flattened by distance and setting sun.

Blinded by the night to another dimension,

Are once again purpled by dawn's rosy hue.








Maureen Walsh - February 2011



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