Mixed Classics Class in a Catholic Girls' School
by , 04-05-2009 at 08:12 PM (1206 Views)
One day a ghost-grey eye-lock of promise
straddling two classrooms
brought down the teacher's voice in mine.
I remember that day was raining Greek gods.
If only I was Ares to your Aphrodite
drunken Dionysus to a dancing nymph
then those imposed boundaries of the hour
would have held no meaning
that swagger-stagger path to you
would without effort knock holes in the walls
enough for love to enter,
and the one-eyed sun, brightly glaring above us,
would have faded at my presence.
But as it was
I sat and waited, the shrill bell rang,
scaring the young sheep to the shadows under trees
where love was not.
Still needs some work as it is, and as it isn't. Would welcome any suggestions, just want to get it out there.



