Phoenissa Poem by Steve Trimmer

Lady of Phoenicia
She, The Red One
She, The Bloody One
Vanquished in Her own lands (The Levant’s First Lady)
Our Great Lady Phoenissa

We are Her post-diluvial children
In barque, we sailed to many a clime
A sybarite nation of accord and enchantment
We, who wonted new lands from Ocean’s grasp

Yet, these new nations are besotted by nepenthe
They forget Our Lady
Our Phoenissa
She hath been thwarted by The Phoenix Brotherhood
They claim Phoenix as hero and eponymy of Phoenicia

‘Twere, verily, Our Lady Phoenissa
Lest we forget our true progenitor
Lest we forget our Creatrix of of The Word (phoneticians still utter)
Our Phoenissa

She, bringer of Death-in-Life
So we may be reborn unto ourselves
At crimson moon
Upon turned tide of portents; and caprice of levanter’s gust