Philomel
At times a nightingale or swallow
visited me
singing sweetly
and with all the reckoning
that I did posses,
I tried to catch the words of it
and sorrowful was that gentle ode
telling about lovely Philomel
who did disappear
and how once she was young and beautiful,
so full of life, until her brother in law Tereus,
did his dirty deed
and then silenced her with a knife
and in the visiting bird there was something,
something lovely and sweet
while at times it pecked insects at my feet
as if Philomel, was coming back to life in it.
[Reference: "The Nymph's Reply to the Shepherd" by Sir Walter Raleigh.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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