Achilles

Finally, a poem about Achilles. I was dying to write a poem about Achilles ever since my poetry class started, and had this minor debate going on within myself as to which form to choose to write about him. Was this form effective? I feel like a ballad would also be good. Anyway, here it is. I'm actually mighty pleased with it, if I do say so myself.


Achilles


I see him not in penciled thin eyebrows,
I see him not in trip-hop, rave and house,
I see him not in operetta trills,
Or in fine, stately houses on the hills.
I see him not in daylight’s salty streets,
I see him not in alleys, fields of weeds,
I see him not remembered in the songs
Of caravans, that travel far and long.
I see him fight in battlefields of old.
I see him wash his glowing mane of gold.
I see his figure, brown in Trojan sun,
The arms of sword that lead the battle run.
I see his eyes in melting glints of power,
I see his story vanish within the hour.
I see his beacon in the murky past,
I see, but what I see will never last.