Posted Monday, December 10th, 2007
Penelope stayed true on her island.
Servants attended to her needs.
Her honor guarded by Telemachus.
She undid her passions every
Night at the loom. Athene,
From the moon’s
What woman waits ten years
For her seafaring husband?
I would turn away from the loom.
I would take a lover to still my hunger.
The moon would rise over
Our bodies. Entwined in passions
Like the threads of the loom.
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Posted by Donia Carey on Tuesday, December 11th, 2007 at 11:14 AM
I enjoyed reading this poem. The idea of Penelope undoing her passions every night is lovely, and I like the twist of a modern Penelope who would replace the loom with a lover's body!
Thank you, Eiley.
Posted by Stephanie Dellosa on Friday, January 30th, 2009 at 9:40 AM
I love that imagery of passion as threads of the loom. Very fitting.