Penelope’s Dream - Clara Rosemarda

[Lawrence Robinson]

Penelope’s Dream
 
Penelope, patient 
weaver of wisdom
dreams of a land 
where no one waits
and no one is left, 
where lovers fume 
with lust and fury.

In her dream 
Penelope dismantles 
her loom, the precious 
palette of her daily life. 

She packs a bag with 
swords and scythes. 
Into a pouch she tucks 
a single, scintillating 
crescent moon. 
 
Across the wine-dark sea
she sails, swooning 
for her trickster husband 
to the haunting 
songs of the sirens. 

Penelope arrives
where looms and sails 
live side by side, 
where Odysseus shares 
his feather bed with his
now wild bride.


As she awakens from her
buoyant dream, alone 
once again in Ithaca, 
dawn sits in the distant sky.

Preparing her daily loom
She finds woven into the 
wool of white and green, 
a small, sparkling 
crescent moon. 
 
       - Clara Rosemarda
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