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Centaur

Contributed by spike on Friday, 5th November 2004 @ 11:56:05 PM in AEST
Topic: mythology

‘Put aside the Sphinx and her deadly puzzles,
The cold flight of the Griffon and
The brutish clout of giants.
No more will they have their time.
But the centaur, with eyes like molten gold
Is set in the stars, and will never grow old.’ [Apokryphus 400 B.C.E]

She sees him, breaking free of the clearing of pencil pines
As if pursued,
But he is the pursuer
The young nymph running ahead,
Laughing as much from
The pleasure of the chase as trepidation.

He is a magnificent sight to behold,
Eighteen hands high and mane like spun wheat
Flowing from the nape of his neck
Along the length of his broad back.

His flanks quiver, specked with foam from the exertion
And not from Dionysian indulgence
Prodigious manhood blossoming at the sight of the young virgin,
So close but still resisting.
Unshod hooves dig ruefully at the dark Thessaly soil.

It is now that he sees her,
The young, bespectacled girl
So out of place in this ancient land
Discarding the nymph, he canters over to his new quarry
While the spurned maiden struts off in a huff.

Is this the son of Nessus or Chiron,
The pagan imbiber or the more cultured Hellene
She wonders,
As her seduction begins
Under the white clouds crowning Mount Pelion.

Image removed by Admin.

Copyright Â© spike ... [ 2004-11-05 23:56:05]
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Re: Centaur (User Rating: 1 )
by eyesxcriedxout1989 on Sunday, 14th November 2004 @ 05:04:38 PM AEST
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This poem is wonderful, though I wonder what was it in the image that made the mods take it off...thats grabbed my interest, just as your poetry has...Wonderful write

Mason

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