Editing poetry: Meleagro’s Tale

Poetry, short fiction and quotations

Apparently too obscure for the English version of Wikipedia, Meleagro was a character in Greek mythology who I believe is mentioned in Paradise Lost. This is one of two pieces that I wrote while in my final year of university, mainly about someone who I knew at that time. I see no reason not to name names, in this case hers was Caitlin.

Meleagro was a boy xylomancer
He knew that he was pledged to a simple branch
Joined like splinters along a vein
Until the wood became ash and smoke
And then he too, would become dust.

So he took the branch in his round hands
And rode it to the coast on his horse’s back
Its rippled flanks shuddered to a halt
At the top of a wide cliff face
The wind stung his eyes like sawdust.

Meleagro clasped the branch
Between the palms of his hands,

View original post 259 more words


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s