The hero of our story, Pluto, is felled by Cupid's arrow!
PLUTONIC SONNETS (A Modern Shakespearean Sonnet Cycle) 100: Oh, No!!
Above the vale of Enna, Pluto drove
His four black stallions briskly on their way;
Down in the pleasant valley ’neath this grove
Was where he hoped to watch the close of day.
Though tremulous the monsters’ recent fall,
Earth’s crust, it seemed, retained integrity;
His underworld (all that he loved at all)
Seemed safe, and so he smiled contentedly.
But ere he leaves the grove, we hear him gasp,
Convulsed by pain now shooting through his chest!
His twitching hands at rounded handrail grasp!
He falls! In fetal curl he comes to rest.
His team gives harness bells a puzzled shake,
And draws up in a meadow by a lake.
(Courtesy of America Star Books)
Poetry by Rob Graber
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Written on 2019-04-15 at 18:34
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