reading Homer

Upon the plain of Ilium
the ruins stir in blind obedience.
Again and again the city wakes,
answering the call of man.

Forsaken by gods,
savaged in war–
a crushed mosaic of dust and brick,
of bone and blood–she is made beautiful

once more as the story is retold;
the walls rebuilt, glory reclaimed.
Troy rises, only to be destroyed
at the end of the poet’s tale.


Copyright © 2012 by Christopher Chaffin – All rights reserved


About cjchaffin

Wordsmithing is my passion. I eat, sleep, and breathe words and phrases, only to regurgitate them and pray that they are better off than when I first ingested them.
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