they met in a book group neither knew
anything of the other's past not
the departures or abandonments
nor the long distance betrayals
not until they talked about
the novels they were reading
and Penelope said he went
away and didn't return for ten years
Sita looked up from her book
was it a war? she asked
yes and more he went to war
was distracted by love and seduction
he claimed that it was the storms
delayed him most but I know
Odysseus better than that
I had my weaving to go on with
Sita looked around the group
wondered if she should tell all
it had been nearly two years now
and she'd said little of herself
culture creates gaps so she spoke
I was at home in the forest Rama
off on a deer hunting trip the deer
came right up to the house and Rama
was nowhere to be seen we made
friends the deer and I and one day
he invited me to fly away with him
I had no weaving so I went
turned out it was Ravana the rakshasa
enemy of Rama like you keeping
your suitors at bay I retained every
bit of integrity he didn't touch me
they never believe you I had to prove
to Rama my purity by entering the fire
Penelope rises grabs her knitting
sits down close to Sita how long do we wait?
anything of the other's past not
the departures or abandonments
nor the long distance betrayals
not until they talked about
the novels they were reading
and Penelope said he went
away and didn't return for ten years
Sita looked up from her book
was it a war? she asked
yes and more he went to war
was distracted by love and seduction
he claimed that it was the storms
delayed him most but I know
Odysseus better than that
I had my weaving to go on with
Sita looked around the group
wondered if she should tell all
it had been nearly two years now
and she'd said little of herself
culture creates gaps so she spoke
I was at home in the forest Rama
off on a deer hunting trip the deer
came right up to the house and Rama
was nowhere to be seen we made
friends the deer and I and one day
he invited me to fly away with him
I had no weaving so I went
turned out it was Ravana the rakshasa
enemy of Rama like you keeping
your suitors at bay I retained every
bit of integrity he didn't touch me
they never believe you I had to prove
to Rama my purity by entering the fire
Penelope rises grabs her knitting
sits down close to Sita how long do we wait?
I have been thinking of Penelope all day.
A lovely poem
ReplyDeleteYay for sisterhood!
ReplyDeleteI really like that they met at a book group.
ReplyDeleteThe gaps in the text work so well, and simultaneously the poem adds flesh to gaps in their stories.
ReplyDeleteLove the knitting! (I wonder what she is knitting?
just fantastic, Susan!
ReplyDeleteooooooh
ReplyDeleteGlorious poem, Susan.
ReplyDeleteThank you, as especially to Penelope whose poem made me dwell on the Penelope story most of the day.
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