Wednesday, May 28, 2008

Penelope

Penelope, Ithaka’s lonesome Queen
is weaving webs of excuse and deceit
to blind and bind the suitors she has seen
come crowding to her door on hasty feet.

She’s weaving webs of excuse and deceit
that she unravels every night, alone.
They crowd into her door on hasty feet
each morn, to find her work is not yet done.

And she unravels, every night alone.
No word of him has come from foreign coasts
and each morn finds her work is not yet done.
They quarrel over her with foolish boasts

and every day she has to give report:
"No word of him has come from foreign coasts,"
to louts who fill the hall and crowd the court
and quarrel over her with foolish boasts.

And every day she gives a false report
to blind and bind the suitors she has seen,
the louts who fill her hall and want to court
Penelope, Ithaka’s lonesome Queen.

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7 comments:

Felicity said...

Penelope is one of my favourite characters and I love the way you've written about her. My favourite verse is
"She’s weaving webs of excuse and deceit
that she unravels every night, alone."
Very nice.

Crafty Green Poet said...

The pantoum works perfectly for the theme. Lovely

Jane Doe said...

Absolutely wonderful poem! Very cleverly written. I really enjoyed it.

Stan Ski said...

Loyal to the end. Sometimes it has to be the real thing...or nothing.

Linda Jacobs said...

I love pantoums and you crafted this one so well!

Richard said...

Well made, and brought a smile to my face - and we know what happened to those louts in the end.

Richard said...

Giving it a little more thought, it's also the perfect form for the circle dance Penelope is leading. Double marks for that!