Roger Cliffe-Thompson

Amsterdam
 

 

I sat with the gods today
in Vondelpark
Jupiter's sons totally absorbed
with games that chariots play

Aphrodite's grand daughters
sail past
blonde flowing mane
upright haughty frame
returning to Utopia
 

I from another dimension
totally ignored
a small boy smitten by their perfection
till that night like dreams of the dead
larger than life
Teutonic marble surrounds me
with unblinking statue stare
 
Michelangelo giants
lacklustre eyes perfect blue
with pouting lips
long long backs on slim slim hips
pedalling an Escher treadmill
flat footed
an exquisite lumbering
classical beauty

What will become of Zeus's children
when the smaller races take their land
and call it Lilliput
will they then be bound
and set back upon their pedestals
staring in outsize grace into outsize space
locked in their own dimension.
with flowing hair and blue blue eyes
long long backs on slim slim thighs

I sat with the gods today.
I from another dimension
totally ignored
by the games that chariots play