Fickle felines and irishmen,
dancing in the shadows of the moon,
lunatics
liars
laborers of nightlight
rearranging
corrupting chiaroscuro
until sword swallowers choke
on dusty chunks of darkness
while the fates spin the wheel,
fortune weaving and raveling
in the corner—
Penelope performing,
Perseus juggling atop Medea’s chariot,
an apple pie for Paris
under Athena’s olive tree.
Arachne weaves her web,
the Danaids fetch water,
and Medusa
laughs her head off.
About the Creator
Harper Lewis
Ekke Ekke Ekke Ekke Ptang Zoo Boing!
Intrusive rhyme bothers me, except as a weapon.
Intertextuality is my passion.
Formalist/ New Critical are my guiding theories.
My words are mine, not a robot’s.
MA English literature, CofC
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