QUICK UPDATE
With another week down, Unfeathered Ink is making progress on its publishing goals. Today, I've chosen and acquired design and publisher software! That means layout for Athena will start on time and maybe even early. There's a lot to learn about the programs and becoming an indie publisher; I suppose it's good that I am nerdy for research and enjoy being a lifelong learner. Ha! Knowing that this new phase of experience won't just benefit the final product of Athena, but every project we work on for other poets and authors in the future is keeping me focused and driven through the chaos that is 2020 so far. I hope each of you are finding what you need to thrive in our present 'normal'. Wishing you all strength and resilient health! 
IT'S MARS & ARIES SEASON!
This year, April Fools has felt a little eerie. Many seem to be choosing their words and trickery carefully, and for good reason. Humanity is experiencing a complete imbalance of everything it knows. So, let's close out this April 1st with another errand of the fool, a love poem. A FEW NOTES ABOUT THE MYTHOLOGY
Mars in Pompeii by Melody Norton
Sip after sip
Wine is flowing through me Sweet lava coursing my veins Like the roads of Pompeii Incense burning Smokey air The kind we spent so much time in I can’t help but think of you Thankfully My mind trickles back In time To many times before Cataloged memories Me, luring you with my mischief My best Minerva Ready to be a freestyle on your lips Tonight, like many nights before To have the moisture of your kiss dance upon my skin I sometimes close my eyes and imagine Me painting your body with my words Fingertips grazing over the pastures of your existence Trembling with poetry I have not yet written Giving with my craft To you You have phased in and out of my reality A dreamy and distorted reflection Of the kind of love I want to exist in We have loved on the sands of different coasts Consoled one another from several time zones Found ourselves neighbors Still, conflicts of the ram Overwhelm our odds At worst we are stubborn At best, we are just Ordinary People Whose remnants are captured Under the moon In the Temple of Jupiter No matter how hard we willed it I’ll always be more your Ana Perenna than your Minerva Despite all the times I’ve turned away And meant it Perhaps we were just fools But oh, Mars Honor me by worshiping the way I reset time when we touch Sip after sip From an oversized glass Leading back to consuming thoughts of you Leaving me wanting to be free-flowing, Cultivated of rhythm and intensity That somehow matched both The volcanic pulsing and bass of your heartbeat I try not to get lost on the endless paths of what-if’s Exhausting journeys For you could not extend your virtue into building us We had a love like the ruins Timeless Studied Ancient We had a love That I now call Pompeii Rich with an essence that couldn’t survive nature and war We ended on a white sand beach Just not the way we imagined It’s all history and ashen Dusty journals Buried expectations Delicately aged Left to wither Like iron In the atrium In the House of the Tragic Poet Next to the ghost of our last dance
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