grey green eyes, couldn't you have mentioned that.
You, with your beautiful green eyes, yourself."
"Stop it, Paul. And don't look at me like that."
"Because you lightly squint, that makes it extra."
"No, I just don't want it. Paul, stop doing that."
The inspiration faltered for several weeks.
One verse and one chorus was what she needed.
Book fourteen to book twenty-four had to be
compressed into that. Phemios Terpes' son brought
relief. The name would return in their conversations.
Telemachus and Penelope
Philoitios and Eumaeus the herdsmen
Telemachus Odysseus' boy
Together the formed the small army
That had only one goal: to destroy
The spears, swords and sharp arrows
Some hundred suitors killed with ease
And servant woman who were disloyal
Were hung from nearby growing trees
But Phemius Terpes' son escaped
And kept on playing this song
Who pushed our bed aside now?
Penelopeaia that's not done
Odysseus and Penelope
