April is National Poetry Month. In honour of that, I’m digging through my archives and posting a series of poems I’ve written over the years.
You are Helen,
And a paragon of what a woman
Locked up in your ivory tower,
Lost without your worldly power,
Continue on your odyssey.
You can never go home once
Sinking in your self-restraint,
You nurse your wounds without complaint,
And sing your silly siren song.
You are virtue,
And the girl you always wished
Would he love you violated,
How he loves the things you’ve hated;
You’re drowning in tranquility.