Tantalus’ Love Poem by Alan Laidlaw

I am now lodged between both desires.
Hanging above me the feminine bough,
Leaning so far as to snap within
An instant of a Zephyrus whisper.

My bones pang as my fingertips tease
The mulberries, only for it to recoil in
Conceit. I crave for it to trap me, to crush
Me- but Boreas swiped the bloodstone fancy.

Swooping fiercely below, waves crash my structure.
As the sirens ring out in a sweet surreal melody my
Gut swirls at the thought of its silence. If this
Raging stream below me were to dry I fear I would
Lose meaning in this muse.

Now I am deserted with the callous stone shadowing
Upon my battered remains. A Fiery Sisyphean devotion
Has now been my sentence as I wait in my eternal Hades.