Wednesday, 13 November 2019

Where the Gods Went by Miki Byrne

The ocean stole the Gods.
Drew them down
from hallowed heights.
Enticed them into soft waves
then closed over
in furious surges.
Now they sit on the bottom.
Plait their seaweed hair.
Flex webbed toes and keep
pet octopi in order.
Sometimes they think of home.
Power wielded, destruction
caused but they do not move.
Are content under ebb and flow.
Poseidon brings them
anything they need.
  
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Miki has had two poetry collections and a pamphlet published, plus over 500 poems included in poetry magazines/anthologies. She was a finalist for Gloucestershire’s Poet Laureate and a nominee for the Pushcart Prize. Miki has read on TV and on Radio many times. She also ran a poetry writing group at The Roses Theatre, Tewkesbury. She has read at many festivals and venues. Miki is disabled and now lives near Tewkesbury. Gloucestershire.UK.

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