REPETITIONS, SECOND SERIES
Danae
Perhaps her surrender in the bronze basement brought the attention
and the favor of the God. So much lust all those nights, so much
freedom
in her narrow prison cell — the golden rain, the golden
touching
thus gleaming totally naked, golden too, her sandals gleamed
in the corner
and she was filling her old water pitcher with moon water.
Danae,
silent for nine months, incubating silence and shine, had
retained her eyes closed — so not a single ray, of that great
brilliance, would escape her. Then, the giggle of the baby and
his cry reached the ears of Acrisius.
And now, enclosed in a box,
both mother and the baby were thrown into the sea from where
the waves brought them to the shores of Serifos. But perhaps,
that way, from within the bronze basement, from inside the box,
the gleaming deed of most handsome Perseus popped up —
the severed head of Medusa which petrified our enemies.
Manolis Aligizakis 