Polyxena

I tried in vain to clothe your bones
with muscle, flesh and supple skin
to hold the brittle sticks within,
 

protect them from the hoary crones.
But marrow seeped across the sheets
and stained the mattress cold as stone.
 

I watched as tendons stretched, wore thin
and tried in vain to clothe your bones.
 
 

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One response to “Polyxena

  1. Marty

    Very nice poem. Solemn. To me ties the myth to motherhood.

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