Settling

The warhorse out at grass,
remembering the fray —
the sounding horn and noise of battle,
trifles with his hay.

Ulysses, home at last,
has heard the Sirens sing;
the lapping harbor chafes the mettle
of an idle king.

The woman with a past
forgets it — if she can;
covers her ears and settles for
an ordinary man.

Copyright © 2003 Deborah Warren All rights reserved
from The Size of Happiness
The Waywiser Press
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission