Poetry

When he looked at Calypso, while she enticed him,
when the fire in her loins folded around him
he trusted his own humanity to her,
if he denied this he would be lying
that she did not block away Penelope
when together they called out, while she did cling to him
and her eyes were bluer than cobalt,
away from her his life was caged
but more intense than passionate fires
the longing of his wife, child and land
burnt in the depths of his heart
and for days long and many hours
to her shock he stared out over the distant ocean,
wishing to sail to his people.