The night I stared into the cyclops’ eye
prepared to die I knelt and bent my head
he pinched me by the nape and made me cry
and as a lamb I waited to be bled.
The night the cyclops made me face my sins
he told me that Odysseus and his men
had maimed his kin to save their skin
but I was welcome to his humble den.
The night the cyclops made me see the hues
and shadows of the moonless night, we saw
that life or death don’t matter for the bruised
and when I kissed my killer’s feet in awe
the cyclops let me see the rising sun
and meet my world where monsters carry guns.
Tonight it’s time for Open Link again at dVerse and Gabriella will tend the bar, and when I lack inspiration I sit down and write a sonnet. I found this wonderful picture by Escher that inspired me.
Come join us at 3 PM EST as usual.
May 21, 2015