The Trojan War has finished its long course,
Achaeans won, sneaking past Troy’s tall walls
Disguised as a gift: a big wooden horse
After a decade, Troy at last does fall!
Yet the riches of Troy are not it all,
Along with war, comes a finer resource
Achilles and Agamemnon, egos tall
Also hit the ground with earthshaking force.

The greatest hero and Achaean king
Saw their limits and their own error;
Their compromise, an intangible thing,
In fact, was the long war’s greatest treasure.

Amidst life’s war, when competing wills meet,
Let go, do your job; bitter becomes sweet.


Featured Image: “Triumphant Achilles” by Franz Matsch.  (Wikimedia Commons)

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  1. Bruce Dale Wise

    The octave in your The Trojan War uses a rhyme scheme, ababbaba, which has interesting possibilities, because it goes back upon itself. I also like your rhyme of error and treasure. The painter and the painting you have coupled with your poem I am unfamiliar with. I’ll have to do some Internet research.

  2. Bruce Dale Wise

    The Triumph of Achilles by Franz Matsch, 1892

    The Triumph of Achilles by Franz Matsch is found
    upon the upper hall of the Achilleon,
    a palace in Corfu. Dead Hector’s dragged around
    Troy in the panoramic fresco. Achilles, on
    his chariot, holds Hector’s helmet in his hand
    high up and out. This is the end of Ilion.
    In Matsch’s action shot, black horses lead the band
    of Greeks that follow, mostly on foot, though there are
    some charioteers. Bright Achilles, tall and grand,
    is the commanding figure; Hector, lean and bare,
    is, as the dirty mud Matsch draws him into, browned,
    at a right angle to Achilles, strong and fair.


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