An attempt at a poem in the referential academic style.
You know, like the consumptive poets of previous centuries who seemed to have to make classical allusions in their poems. Taking the piss, really.
But it is a kind of love poem.
Returning home to no Penelope
I’m no Agamemnon
Armageddon leaves me for dead
Again the observer
I watch
Time’s myths unwind
Sad smiling Aphrodite
In limbo from Thebes
Homeless and humbled
Caught in Love’s plot
Down from the mountains
Lost to the sea
Facing the jungle
Bluestones of steel
Tiresias is learning
The price of sight
Razor sharp options
Limit his choices
Blinded for truth
A snake in the grass
Feels for his breasts
Gets it all wrong