Phoebe At Play


Gaia’s titanic offspring Phoebe
Dreams of stalking wistful lovers
Spills whispers into mortal ears
Barely cognate, left to guess at or to Fate

“terra incognita” “here be dragons”
“tangles/tangled” “tango” “noli me tangere”
“steamy/steaming jungle” “cunning disguises/linguists interwoven”
“linguistic streaming” “silence science of sleep” “sweet soft surprises”
“nephritic jade” “jaded” “barbaric frivolous”
“intentions ill entangled” “strangely strangled”
“effortless flow” “strangely dangerous”

Words briefly shimmer forth
A disembodied voice intones in rhyme

…………“Misty and mysterious
…………Her disappearing thighs
…………Stand guardian to their darkness
…………In the evening’s whispered sighs”

… and dissolves

Beware then moonlit shadows
For as ancient mariners aver
Within those hoary mists
Phoebe dragons

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on November 3, 2013, in Poetry, Writing and tagged , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 4 Comments.

  1. Love the mythic quality of this!

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Diversity is wonderful keep us entertained and in awe of your talent.

    Liked by 1 person

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