Athene Brama
Mark Tredinnick / Poetry

Athene Brama

                                Was there ever any way                                                                  This plump and comely assassin—                 Named for all knowing and unknowing—would not know how To meet all prying with a look both tender                                 And intense, both                 Peaceful and implacable, merciful and savage—sad,   Yes, but by no means sorry—                                                 Surprised but not unduly—                 Across the threshold of her forest lodge? … Continue reading