Shining Apollo gazed at you with lust
Darling daughter of Priam's teeming Troy
Bright Phoebus, with a gift, sought your warm trust
Through him, prophetic power you'd enjoy
Chaste and unspoiled, you spurned his bold advance
Perturbed, he calculated his redress
The future he let you read at a glance
But none would heed visions you would express
In febrile dreams, you saw proud towers burn
Ulysses' splintered steed, you saw right through
But a rapt listener, you could not earn
Dismissed as lies were your prophecies, true
Cassandra, your forecasts fell on deaf ears
Troy's flames could not be quenched by your hot tears
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This poem was prepared in response to Poppy's provocative prompt; you can find more information about her latest bouquet of them below:
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D. J. Reddall
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
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