I am a huge fan of Greek mythology, and last night, for reasons unbeknownst to me, I was inspired to modernize William Butler Yeats's poem "Leda and the Swan". For those that don't know... umm... those that might actually read this... Leda and the Swan is a poem about rape.
The Greeks, loving their kinky animal sex, say that Zeus, disguised as a swan raped Leda, and from this "shudder in the loins" spawned Helen, ultimately leading to the Trojan War. I twisted it a bit, kept the Trojan bit in, kept it Greek, removed the animal though. And I was rather happy with how it turned out.
Clotho's Woe:
A sudden blow: slammed down towards the groundWith practiced force of lust, her thighs caressed
By his rough hands, her lips cut off from sound,
He holds her helpless breast upon his breast.
How can her weakness through this terror fight
The destiny thrust fast between her thighs?
How can one denied an epic, Delphic, sight,
But feel the shame beat home with each reprise?
A shudder in the loins, engenders naught.
The sharp spindle, the blood splattering the floor
And Clotho wounded, pricked
Being so caught up,
So tangled in her skein of all that ought,
Did she realize his regal spark of war
Would thrash till death encased in cast off plastic?
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