Sappho Of Lesbos Poem by Kojo Owusu

Coiled - on an island cast
Slouching fragrance - exuding
Rippling incense in the air
The nine muses plait the strings
Of her hanging lyres


Her soft alluring sighs - breezy
Conflagrates with the coquettish
Giggles endued with extreme naivete
Flowing in gowns of sapphire
On this island now my unholy eyes falters
Such blinding scene
Like the immortal masterpiece of a master painter

Wait!
There is music emanating from
Her perfume lyre commingling
With the gurgling stream
And a sonorous barrage
Of voices enchanting
From damsels desirous

Lyric poetry from her lurid lips
Pours out fountain like - words were skeins
Soulful - piercing the heart with charms
The primal serenade seems
To resurrect the poets from the silent crypt
And in solemn ecstasy
They hover like commissioned sprites

I would such magical moments will forever last
Where in suffusing bliss
The ever tickling hand
Of time will be forgotten

I will not incur the epithet
Of a depraved voyeur
The decline to descend
But if I must I must

But in my minds eye
The scene will be imprinted forever
Of maidens resplendent
And a mistress supreme
Entwined in a conjugal repose
Of poetry and music
River and stream
Of birds and beauty
Flowers and fruits
Of the distant horizon
And things of reddish hue