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.
