ANOTHER POEM THAT BEGOT A STORY, A SERIAL AND AN UNFINISHED PLAY FOR KIDS
Once more this lousy window won't support columns ( or is it me?) This poem looks a mess, and once again, I've put asterisks where the verses start. Should one really have to do this To a favourite poem? Vandalism! ARIADNE Ariadne stood on Naxos isle gazing our to sea the while: watching playful wavelets run, shading her eyes from summer sun. *She stood there in zephyr breeze, Summer’s flowers to her knees: mouth like a flower, skin like milk. Earth had never seen her ilk. *Ariadne’s face was... Sign in to see full entry.