Ancient Mariner Poem by Michael Nikoletseas

ANCIENT MARINER
to Giorgos Dardanos

I Alone
in a vast ocean

tracking the moon
swing slow
over the land of the pharaohs
rise
magnificent over Orchomenos
again
now swinging
dragging hordes of silent souls
simmering in swirling swamps
of scum and excrement

I must defoul my soul

in the throbbing plains of Amorgos
in the roots of the Cretan mountain
whispering winds awake
a song of ancient warriors
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