poem nausica poem by Hugh Cook of zenvirus.com

Nausica

Nausica. The daughter of a king.
Dreams of the pulse of a beating moth.
Dreaming of dolphins leaping and turquoise tiles.
Nausica earnest as Odysseus tells his stories:
How swords gashed echoes from the sky,
How heroes clashed, and one narneked the other,
Gorbelled his skull, trophated his endention,
Debaunched his orchids, and called forth
The hidden pitches of panic
Out from their lair of bones.

Copyright © 2003 Hugh Cook

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