Played with a couple of Charon-related poems today. Big O pleading with Charon (& then from C’s POV). The one I found myself finishing was Dialogue poem as he connives a way to cross the Styx.
This excerpt is the last lines of the poem.
The Ferryman
You will not take my coin?
You cannot cross, coin or no.
This is not a place for mortals.
Herakles crossed.
Herakles is a brute. He beat me up.
I know you’re not like that.
No, I’m not.
I start to sing.
I’m even more brutal.
Day 10 – TIL about cicadaian mating calls
buggy love buzz
over-aroused (if a trifle confused)
female cicadas sometimes mistake
roaring power tools for mating
calls, occasionally even
swarming sweaty men
machoistically mowing lawns
— oh well, there’s one thing
i’ll be safe from at least
gareth roi poet boi 