Anita Violet Amini

Penelope prays to the Queen of the Sea

‘Bring Him Back to me’

You make me ask you

You make me ask twice

You make me ask real nice

But you are still unsure

Walking through a door

That might or might not remain open

Not close behind you

And I wait listening endlessly

To your siren’s song

Waiting to hear your footsteps

To come along

Down this very long haul

I ask you nice

I ask you real nice twice

And only your music comes

Beautiful but with no answer at all

Beauty is no answer to my call

A beauty that is lost and found and lost by almost all

Beauty that crushes and creates the wanting

Beauty that crushes me little by little while waiting

For his footsteps down the hall

Waiting for No one’s call

Breathing for no one at all

Because he is busy fighting

On that Odyssey of almost all

Penelope is tearing down that tapestry

Down in the banquet hall

In the middle of the night

She is praying

Fingers bloody and bleeding

While he makes love to nymphs et al

On Islands her footsteps will never fall

She is waiting for her Happiness

She is tearing apart beauty for the chance of Goodness

It is an old song, with two names

And told only from his point of view

She is silenced

Hands tied to a party,

not of her own making

And while she is tearing up

Her mastery

Is she crying or laughing?

What is She feeling?

Does She feel anymore at all?

While He is making love to another

Can She feel him coming? Coming back to her?

Is a prayer?

It is a prayer

That He can even remember her, her at all

Drowning, soaked in the long limbs and hair of another’s siren’s call

All the while, He is the only reason

She keeps acting out the farce

Smiling along to nothing amusing

Nothing amusing or of her making

She tears through the Tapestry thinking

“He will not come back.”

But She refuses to take his fall

To be passed on and on and on until

She is nothing

No One at all

Does She do it because of knowing

It is then No man will want her at all?