Briseis Takes A Break

A Work in Progress

91

On the steps of Denny Hall

Donal sat with Briseis 

Ever suspicious of strangers passing

Hard staring those just glancing

Beside him as he played

She’d used the kitchen window to escape

From hum drum literary chitchat

Knick knack paddy whack

This old man

This age-old woman looking so young

Her hair white with a platinum sheen

Her skin apple smooth her eyes blue green

I’ve glimpsed you so often 

He sang to his muse

Remembering her bathing in a rockpool

A frame that’s part of a long memory spool

I glimpsed you I lost you

I found you again

I’ll rescue you from your digital captors

No, I want to be part of the next few chapters

Briseis stood up to go back on set

Donal leaned on his guitar to stand

Well at least let me show you around campus

No. Already in my hippocampus

She strode up the stairs

A lithe young woman

Donal followed his muse with labored steps

Remembering responsibilities’ debts

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