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Flower Wreath

Weekly Sequential Poem

I give you the gift of poetry . . .


--Emily Isaacson

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Photograph by Emily Isaacson

Read our weekly sequential poem . . . 


Each day in the basement revealed the path,

chipped the way forward in dulled aftermath,

prisoners in unison turned their backs;

Sin, Cos, and Tan threw down their hazel packs.

When prison guards had looked blithely away

and men shook blankets at the end of day,

there was no wind in prison, nor a breeze,

no refreshment, and the steel bars had squeezed

Achilles through their steely grey rigour,

of a prisoner, not be prisoner:

he was photogenic of chiseled brow.


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Lilith Street’s new work is a narrative poem of 11 cantos of 7 stanzas each, measured in 11 lines. It is a syllabic rhyming poem. In this small work, she is both master and prophet, describing the literary landscape. Akin to Homer in his writing of The Iliad, she recreates the figures of Helen of Troy and Achilles, telling of a war within men and women to rival the Trojan War.

Painting the anger of Achilles and his rival leadership in the underground caverns of New York, the story tells of the escape of four men from a prison in the “city that never sleeps.” They join a network of outcasts who have dug their way out into the catacombs of the underworld.

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