Odysseus Poem by Gert Strydom

I saw him, a brave man, a king
standing tall at the helm
wearing the armour of great Achilles
carrying a great sword on his back

steering against a stormy wind
and renown among his own men
as the man whose plan made Troy fall

but beside him I saw a maiden
in gleaming armour, with lightning bolts
intertwining like snakes just below her breasts
with flowing long golden hair blowing like a flag

and in a ravaging sea they journey on
escaping the wrath of the waves, the storm
and the monsters that dwell in it.