(to a poet of my acquaintance)
So clever and tender Thetis had a daughter
hidden behind a man's name...
as pure and sorrowful as her mother,
smothering her sadness
beneath her studies with Erato.
Obscurant to those who see only with eyes or,
in the case of Polyphemus, eye,
yet can see the truth and sings her songs
of gossamer beauty with vigor and eloquence
enough
to wake a slumbering Amomancer
to take up his song and, having seen her
and discovered her true nature,
lady of sorrows, borrowing the bard's cards
to shelter her from the colding winds,
lifts his aged voice to thunder her praise.
The tapestries begin anew their weavings,
mysteries in the histories yet unveiled.
William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.
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