Monday, October 21, 2013

Corfu

Corfu

Odd that the heroine’s name
                Is expunged
From Wikipedia, and she is all.

The girl whose desire is Corfu
                The one found
Masks inked upon her shoulder blade
                On Mykonos where the
Five windmills spin upon a rock above
                Ionian waves.

Diligent hands, taking all that is offered
                The wealth that is given
For the risks she bore, the life that she
                Offered, exposed
And from courage created home, shelter, peace
                Abundance. 

All for the love of a man from the sea
                Like Ulysses, thrown up upon
Her snow covered shore, Calypso of
                Teutonic tongue.  Heiress of the cold.
Poor gypsy, tramp of all the world. 

And for this, like Nabal’s Abigail,
                Beautiful in wisdom, and fair of face
Provoking strength and protection.  The love of
                A man smelling of fish, and sweat, and the sea.   

The reward for all her labor, the travail of fear
                Is thus;  blue skies, bright sun, salt air
Wind through his hair, and the strength of his arm
                White walls, light rooms, tranquility.

The love of a man; kisses. Fast embrace. 

Again, fair Lord, the Natuna Sea,
                Her winds, and this companion

Whose love’s worth is far more than rubies.