The month of August has arrived, and I’m moving along on my quest to post a blog daily. I challenged myself to this intense post schedule. I have used the year 2021 to explore the various forms of poetry. This month I decided to write Proverbial forms of poetry. I will pick a proverb, a short common saying, and use it to create a poem in whatever direction the Muse chooses to lead me. However, you must remember we are talking about Word Daddy here. My Muse isn’t dependability or inspirational. He often leaves me high and dry when I need his help the most. Apparently, Proverbials have no particular rules. I will try not to sound cliché. My next attempt to write a Proverbial Poem, I will call Whim of the gods.
Whim of the gods
Whim of the gods
Open the gate, Open the gate
And let the wooden horse come into the city
Magnificent Helen watching from the balcony
As Paris gathers his fighting men
Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth
You might spot his defects
And the perfect plan will head south.
Open the gate, open the gate
What harm could it do?
Greeks offering gifts filled with treachery
Isn’t in our worldview
Will someone tell sour-faced Laocoon
To shut his big mouth
He’s screaming Greeks baring gifts
Filled with guile is a trap
Wait until night, wait until night
To come out and play
Odysseus instructed his valiant men
Sinon’s capture has set the stage
After dark, the killing can begin
Helen calling the dead hero’s names
Caused the Greeks to be filled with rage
The door in the Trojan Horse opened wide.
I often wonder why no one bothered to look inside.
None of us have very good odds
When we live or die at the whim of the gods.
Who is Molly Shea?
Molly Shea is an accomplished fictional short story writer from Indiana who writes short stories and novels about a fictional town called Tecumseh. To read more of her short stories and adventures, click here.
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