If we had loved each other, we might have made it work.
I’d had no wish to marry anyway, but to be given in marriage as a booby-prize, bait-and-switch husband; the gods’ debt paid off in false coins…
It’s a kick in the ego, when you’re a god
She missed her mountains. I’d have left the sea for love, but for a contract kept for duty? Better let the shipyard clamour and stench keep her from my side.
We reap the benefits of our alliance, without being bothered by each other. But when our paths cross, I confess I smile.
Tom Juniper Poetry 