Andromeda Swings

Left to die for her mother’s pride,

She clings at the edge of her life:

Two fistfuls of rope woven with hope.

Hurricane tides urge her fall,

But still Andromeda swings.

Like pearls it pours from those desperate eyes,

And a beautifully bruised marble face.

Where is the horizon? Where does it end?

She awaits a savior’s return,

Soaring free by gold winged feet.

His fate evoked by an immaculate sight,

Two pools of sapphire and ice,

Withdrawn from fear of the sea- the feast.

Could he face the snake locks of dark water?

Would he conquer the rise of the swells?

And those cruel nymphs who prey

On a daughter of the Queen?

Refusing to fall, Andromeda swings.