The Writing's On The Wall
A collection of writing I have committed to paper over the past year or so.
Thursday 14 July 2011
Dioscuri
My mother, Leda
Where have you gone,
I can hear my brother calling;
My brother, Kastor,
He comes anon,
I cannot be a dawdling.
My father,
The swan,
Did save us both from falling.
And me, Pollux,
To Hades I am gone,
Your relief my fellow hatch-ling.
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