eased to the fourth
I spy with my silver-blue eye ..
the touch of marble never left
the soles of my feet;
I could hear the raucous laughter in the courtyard
where Dionysus prevailed tonight
like any night
I was but a victory, an exotic jewel
a spoil of war, admired and shunned
little more than a piece of flesh
to be clung to; a fertile field
for seed to be sown.
I hated it.
But no more.
the night of the celebration -
another bloody battle won, no doubt
gifted me the second I needed
to end the golden cage that held me prisoner,
Athena help me.
like dear Julius at the Senate
my sweet husband fell to the sting of a dagger
consumed by wine and intoxicated by prostitutes
there is no love for me,
only patriarchal lust for his cursed lineage
well, husband of mine, your lust will be slaked
for you will meet your heavenly family by my hand
and settle the poison that has leaked into my heart
since you kidnapped me
picked me clean.
the tables of fortune are not in your favour
and I will be free, free to run and start anew.
and should your brother-in-arms come for me
be sure to tell them the priestess of Athens
will not spare them from her wrath for centuries to come.