"The Love of Helen and Paris" by Jacques-Louis David‘The Last Time I Saw Paris’ and Other Poetry by David Whippman The Society January 30, 2018 Beauty, Culture, Poetry 10 Comments The Last Time I Saw Paris You have imagined how it was, I expect: Troy’s famous towers burning, the city wrecked, the lines of weeping captives marched away, the streets strewn with corpses, the shore blood-flecked. And the woman who caused it all: why, me! Crying to throw myself into the sea, to join my lover Paris among the dead. Helen of Troy I will forever be! Such is the legend. Now I’ll tell the truth. Menelaus was ugly and uncouth I admit. But at least he was a man. Paris was just a silly shallow youth. Except he wasn’t young, not any more. He’d aged so much during ten years of war, losing his looks before he lost his life. Paris and Troy: I found them both a bore. Sieges and love affairs must run their course. My husband told me not to feel remorse: “Troy was the reason. You were the excuse, Or else I would have settled for divorce.” In the Palace at Ithaca You must face facts, gorgeous Penelope: this is the time for love, not for regret. Odysseus is gone. So just forget your wedding vows, and give yourself to me. Your husband’s lost upon the wine-dark sea, caught by some cyclops or a siren’s net. Waste no more time or tears on him, my pet: surrender to the passion that must be! Cease your delaying tactics with the thread – none of those tricks can stop me now, my dear. Here we both are, and there’s the waiting bed… but wait! What’s this? Odysseus is here? And fully armed? Forget the things I said – stuff all this Homer! Time to disappear. David Whippman is a British poet, now retired after a career in healthcare. Over the years he’s had quite a few poems, articles and short stories published in various magazines. Related Post ‘Advice to an Aspiring Careerist’ by Joseph S. S... —from A Gallery of Ethopaths Schools are diploma mills that provide Credentials for people who have to hide In the small chinks of some cor... Tell the world:FacebookTwitterTumblrPinterestRedditLinkedInEmail 10 Responses Murray Alfredson January 30, 2018 I love the sting in the tail of these, David. Neat writing. Reply Dave Whippman January 30, 2018 Thanks Murray, much appreciated. Reply Sultana Raza January 30, 2018 Interesting structure for the first poem. I agree that the Trojan war wasn’t really for Helen. I’ve touched upon the same topic in my poem published in The Peacock Journal. And about Calypso in Muse India (link not available). Your comments on my poems will be welcome. Don’t know if it’s OK to post links here, but here goes: http://peacockjournal.com/sultana-raza-five-poems/ Reply Dave Whippman January 30, 2018 Thank you Sultana, will check out your work and get back to you. Reply Joseph S. Salemi January 31, 2018 Both of these poems are very fine. The title of the first one is especially delightful, as what follows it is not at all what you’d expect. And the AABA rhyme scheme of the quatrains is deftly handled. The Petrarchan structure of the second poem’s sestet is often difficult to pull off properly in English, but in this case it’s done to perfection. Might I be allowed to accept these two poems for inclusion in the next issue of TRINACRIA? Reply Dave Whippman January 31, 2018 Thanks Joseph, and yes, you are welcome to use these for Trinacria. Reply Sultana Raza January 31, 2018 Mr Salemi, You’ve said it much better than I could. They are fine indeed! Dave Whippman February 1, 2018 You’ll make me blush Sultana! Reply David Hollywood February 2, 2018 Very enjoyable poems, they give personality and enhanced identity to such famous characters. Thank you. Reply Dave Whippman February 3, 2018 Thanks for your kind words David. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.