Calypso Poem by Yewande Adedokun

She will sing you a song
A horn to come on board
She will be the one to rock your boat
And be the one to save your soul
Goddess of the sea
Looming with golden shuttles are her weaves

Oh! dear Odysseus
What have you done?
The time will pass under her skirt
You still count hours, yet here we count years
Who will deliver you out of her island, her hands?
Do you have gods as friends?

Till the day you remember your wife
Till the day you plead for your life
t'will not be easy, a battle for destiny
Beg her Odysseus to let you free
It not be your destiny of her to be
Plead of the gods to intercede
she be so angry you choose to leave