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This and This and This
A poem inspired by “Song of Achilles”
Fleeting feet
A whisper above the grass
A strong shoulder hurling
A spear
Red, red, rusty red
You kiss the blood soaked
Grounds of the earth
Yet you do not reach for me
Buried,
With an arrow through my heart
But my heart is yours
So who is it piercing truly?
This and This and This
They say that the
Worst punishment of
All is to be left behind
When another is gone
To walk through life
Knowing that your
Love is not walking
By your side
But it is not true
I think perhaps
That the worst punishment
Of all is quite the opposite
To leave this world first, to hear you wail and grieve over me
To see your starlit eyes once filled with mischief
Flood with tears
And not be able to wipe them away
This and This and This
From boy to man I have grown with you
Seen foreign lands and prophecies fulfilled
I have seen war and death
The rise and fall of an empire
I see you as though looking
Through ocean water
Rippled, unclear
This world, yet somehow another
My ears bleed as
Your screams of sorrow
Rip through forests
And level cities
This and This and This
You were the
Downfall of Troy
The mortal boy who was not
Quite so
18 years to prepare
For you and then
I am gone,
In an instant
Memories flash before my eyes
Exile, climbing trees in Phthia, studying with Chiron
But your emerald eyes and golden hair
Stays on the forefront of my mind
My last thought is of you strumming
A gold tipped lyre,
Your lilting, carefree voice
Enveloping me in a warm embrace
This and This and This
Ashes may mingle
But my name has yet to be written
Among yours
We have yet to be united
Your mother sits at our grave
And I have never felt such hatred
A emotion mostly unknown to me
Stirring within my chest
She made you this way
She cared for another child above you
She wished us to be separated
She rejoiced when I perished
This and This and This
My spirit whispers in her ear
To let me have peace
And be with you once more
Her face remains numb
It is done, she tells me.
I see my name,
Written with yours
Swirling font on stone
Pulled through the ground
Golden light shining down
As though from the heavens
I grasp your hand in mine
You say my name with tenderness and compassion
Because even in death,
We are two souls
Stitched into one
But I am made of memories
And only yours rings true
Fore I am with you at last
Achilles
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My name is Lexie and I am an 8th grader! This free verse poem was inspired by the book "Song of Achilles" by Madeline Miller. It is written from the perspective of Patroclus and tells his story as he goes with Achilles to fight for Greece in the Trojan war.