Pawn: Taste again the Golden Age

waterwheel
into dryness
blades of religion
warped and powerless

the wheel of life
turning it around
lifting water into wine
irrigating fields from absence
of fruition

Antipater
of Thessalonica
the first to mention
a waterwheel in a poem
Sweetwater the second

Antipater

Hold back
your hand from
the mill, you grinding
girls; even if the cockcrow
heralds the dawn, sleep on.

For Demeter
has imposed the
labours of your hands
on the nymphs, who leaping
down upon the topmost part
of the wheel, rotate its axle; with
encircling cogs, it turns the hollow
weight of the Nisyrian millstones.

If we learn
to feast toil-free
on the fruits of the
earth, we taste again
the golden age.

Sweetwater

She is the blueprint
of intelligent design,

evolved from the
gristmill,

grinding meal into
publishing thought.

She puts the literary
cog into motion,

She calls upon the
element of water (moving)
to make kinetic energy,
to generate sexual electricity!

Water turns the wooden
pagan wheel to grind and
mill,

her word grist mill
(food for thought).

Hydro-literary
Diva,

water-propelled sprites
throwing a wild
lavender tea party on
the lily pads.

Off she goes to Disneyland to
ride the teacups!

Copyright Ms. Sage Sweetwater, firebrand lesbian novelist