Open To Interpretation
Pied Piper
I ain't no pied piper
To be want'n' followers,
No saintly martyr
To be bedecked with flowers.
This world's enough
To know my footprints
Wave smoothed from rough;
She laughs away my tints.
Game
Hercules' lion skin was old,
War torn and worn,
Unrecognizable,
Now no more than
A mendicants hooded garb,
And he looked an
Impoverished fool
Running about the battlefield
Shouting something
Incomprehensible to hear
To the soldiers entrenched
On either side.
Theseus' Greeks,
And Minos' Cretans,
Had taken a break,
Too exhausted to retrieve their dead.
Giddy to be alive,
They found amusement in
Watching Hercules chase after a dog,
So far out in the field,
To distant to determine size,
Or who--
The warriors met surprise
When Hercules and Cerberus
In their career
Drew near one side or the other.
Then the warriors fell silent.
Tall Hercules they knew,
The three headed dog they knew of.
Hercules leaned on his knees
To recover his breath,
Said to the hiding,
"I don't suppose you could help
And wrestle down my hound."
No one spoke.
Hercules over them,
Cerberus over Hercules and them;
Cerberus seated, tongues lolling,
Awaiting the game's continuance.
Hercules rose up impatient,
Said,
"I suppose not."
And leaned forward
Reaching to grab Cerberus by the scruff.
"Damn!"
Hercules said,
And pulled back his hand in pain,
His palm red, bloodied by bites.
Each singular hair
Of Cerberus' coat
Ended in a snake's head.
One warrior,
A bolder sort,
A bolder sort,
With temerity,
Grabbed up a nearby severed limb
And pitched it far out in the
Corpse strewn field.
Cerberus barked a high pitch
That hammers ears,
And bounded after the arm.
"Damn."
Hercules said,
Slapping the timorous bold
About the head,
Making his eyes red.
"Off we go again!"
Cerberus high barks
Called her litter
And they came running across the field.
Club wielding Hercules
Dispatched the mounted Shades
Back to Hell,
Grateful for something
Straight forward familiar to do.
And the three headed Hounds
Settled in about the field
Like so many
Three headed Ravens.
Three headed Ravens.
Three whistles pierced the gloom,
And Cerberus ran to
Orpheus,
Arrived with Hermes,
Dragons Cadmus and Hermione.
Gingerly, Cadmus and Hermione
Hovered above Cerberus
And fastened the adamantine collars.
"A handy tune to have,"
Said Hercules to Orpheus,
"Best I learn it."
And Hercules took the leash
From Orpheus.
"This best I hold."
Hercules said.
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Notes: posted the # stradaeasel pics...top pic is the extras, and third, last pic, is the thirtieth...got to where Magnolia Street starts to cross PCH, and thought a war had started!...airshow along Huntington Beach...unexpected...Blue Angels I think...made my last contest plein air a painting of the jets...sorta...:)...Zora, my grand nieces cat, took an interest in my Cerberus sketch...thought myself it looked more like a three headed cat than a dog!
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