White breasts under the clear Aegean sea
shallow in, pale and moving light green robes
not to cover but to warm pure nakedness.
A young Hector is walking the morning
shore and turns his head, and then his body
quite sidewise to line up the beauty of this
day and the beauty of the sun and
morning breeze that makes the gold-green
wavelets dance.
He worries about this diminished
self beneath the waves, her breasts, but not her heart,
not the head, nor the seat of passion.
And those! Left behind on shore, perhaps. Small
cool fragments, a bit of marble, unidentified, a
thigh or even foot, but found sharp and
shapely and well-honed and doubtless
taken from that place near her
to use for some uncertain service.
Ann Fielder graduated from Antioch College, majoring in literature. She spent a number of years overseas, writing in France, editing a pediatric journal in Turkey and government documents in Taiwan. She has written poetry from a very young age.
The Martha’s Vineyard Times welcomes contributions to Poet’s Corner. Dan Waters, former poet laureate of West Tisbury, will select poems to be published here. Submissions should be directed to dan@indianhillpress.com.