P.S. Cottier #19 Telegony

Telegony

Not a lost poem found
but waiting waiting waiting
on the phone
for the phone company.
Is that what they call irony?
Even a Penelope,
even a Mary,
would react quite testily
and throw her phone angrily.

Profanity! Profanity! Profanity!
Circuitous.  Circus.  Circe.

This call may be recorded for training purposes
This call may be aborted for braining porpoises
This call may be thwarted for blaming surfaces

In thy rhymes may all my puns be remembered.

The agony!  The telephony! The telegony!

Hi! This is Godot.  How can I help you today?

I am dead.  Now go away.


P.S. Cottier


The Telegony was the name of an epic poem about Odysseus’s son Telegonus.  His mother was Circe.  The poem has been lost for a very long time, if not forever.  My theory is that Circe have cursed a well-known Australian phone provider, and the curse will only be lifted when the poem about her son is rediscovered.

P.S. Cottier #17 Not very epic

Not very epic

Penelope pauses in her unpicking and thinks what the fuck
Penelope pauses and pictures Oddie and wonders as to luck
Penelope remembers how he always preferred his mates
Penelope puts down her fibre, and grabs a fist of dates
Penelope recalls and recoils at the portrait of that absent groom
Penelope thinks she prefers the silence, and her loomy room
Penelope calls to the Moirai to finally cut the thread
Penelope sighs and yawns, and goes to comfy bed
Penelope pats Argos, who has jumped up for a pat
Penelope sleeps.  That’s her story.  Just a this then that.


Mikaela Castledine #166 ‘Rumpelstiltskin’ inspired this one. That and having the first name Penelope.