The Golden Apple
Laijon Liu 20151103
i
Yes, my beautiful goddesses
you can make me honorable and famous
and grant me cities of gold
but I wouldn't trade my giggles and laughter
jewel crown set upon my gray hair
maidens in white satin serve me wine
their soothing voice sings me into
mellow dreams
but fear and tears are more precious
in life
ambrosia and nectar ease my wrinkles
but in the wash pan my Helen's face
still shimmers
by the campfire, at our fleeting
night
we cuddled and trembled, we were
cold and hungry.
ii
the world gets mad when we fall in
love
gods throw tantrum because we choose
each other
behind us, chasing armies and
swearing kings
their men up in arms hunting for our
trail
desperate battle cries, men's solemn
chants
broken spears and blood in burnt
fields
fires and smokes died down in city
ruins
these are wedding gifts from the
blind Bard
