Left In The Dust.
At school I’d daydream through the long boring classes,
Heroic tales of Hera and Hercules, so the lesson passes.
Exchanging today’s tedium’s for yesterday’s mythic stories,
Tall tales of ancient battles, of Achilles and Paris’s vain glories.
These days I’ve a Hades of a life, dragging the kids out of bed,
Getting ’em washed and fresh-faced and dressed and fed.
No honeyed milk nor sweet ambrosia bless this houses breakfast table,
Three growing boys, fling in food fights and I’m left an Augean stable.
Packed lunches, back packs and pack ’em in the Minivan;
Every morning this Moms labors become more Herculean.
Whatever happened to those long lost schoolgirl’s dreams?
Romantic fantasies of Helen of Troy, of a thousand triremes?
…Waiting at the red light, back to the past I absently wander
Till horns and a green light remind me my Odyssey’s a Honda.
The journey to school has all the usual boystrous push and shove,
A display of more pokes pinches and punches than brotherly love.
Spilling out the sliding door, off with nary a backward glance,
I’m rueing too many wasted days- and three nights of romance.
The Greek God I thought loved me eternally now no longer cares,
I naively married a Narcissus interested in his silly human affairs.
This ever-smiling mother, his secondary lover is going to disappear,
There is a Troy, a Carthage, Athens, Paris, Texas- anywhere but here.
Obbverse
‘boystrous’ is a gem.
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Thanks, find a word, gotta play.And this English lash-up of a language is a great little playground.
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I can’t think of a good comment, but I did think of this song:
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Perhaps she might shoot back with something of the same era, say, Bobbie Gentry, ‘Ill Never Fall In Love Again?’
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Well, now I’m a little bit jealous. Not only is this bit funny, but you’ve managed to work in historical references and social commentary, all whilst rhyming with deftness and precision. Methinks I’d best up my game, lest I be left in the dust of your trajectory…
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Well, thanks, if I can raise a wry smile my effrontery has not been in vain.Sometimes I see/read something out of my normal sphere of impudence, and away goes the story, taking off on its own course, like a runaway chariot, or something.. The slightly odd thing I stumbled over when ‘researching’ (Wikipedia!) that all the places with Greek historically names happened to be in your neck of the woods. The Lone Star state must be a cultural haven…
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