Thursday, July 23, 2015

POEM: "Pathos: The Poem"

Pathos: The Poem

The pestering mouth
a table across the way
the hurt eyes are filling
her head is on my breast
prolepsis? I don't know
but wait my gentle reader
the busboy drops the dishes
the lamp is 3000 drachmae
I am sure this was my table
she was the love of my life.

© 2014 Rob Schackne

1 comment:

  1. The canny reader will know that the lamp refers to the one that belonged to the philosopher Epictetus, bought for a fortune after his death by an admirer. Not that this is going to illuminate much.