Monday, 5 June 2017

A poem by Kim Whysall-Hammond

Illium


Upon the ancient plain the army sits in perpetual siege
Waiting for Achilles to unsulk
To leave his tent and re-enter the fray
What goes through their minds?
Those who have forsaken lives and families
To spend years on this foreign beachfront
Waiting for the final bloody end
What of those who look down from the city walls?
Watching the byplay
The dramas of those who
Have come to slaughter or enslave them
What of Helen?
So much older now
Than when those thousand ships were launched
Does she look at her face in the mirror
Bronze is more flattering than our glass
Does she still see the beauty that brought her to this pass?
Is that defeat in her eyes?


(Illium was previously published on https://thecheesesellerswife.wordpress.com/ on 8th November 2016)







Kim Whysall-Hammond lives in southern England. A scientist by training and a poet by necessity, she shares poems at https://thecheesesellerswife.wordpress.com/ and has recently had poems published by Ink Sweat and Tears, Three Drops in a Cauldron and Your One Phone Call.

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