Whose Golden Apple Never Reached My Hand...
BY KAYLA KANE
Founder of The Telemachia, Kayla's poem assumes the perspective of Juno, who, as described in Vergil's Aeneid, despises the Trojan race.
Dardanus, from my spouse, Electra bore
Founded the race despiséd by my soul
From which came Ganymede with the crude goal
Of stealing Jupiter, my heart it tore;
The race that shall with Carthage battle and
In its eponymous battle destroy,
And I won’t mention Paris’ female toy
Whose golden apple never reached my hand…
My fate cannot be changed, I shall admit
But I can incur endless Trojan plight
With many twist and turns I’ll thwart culprit
Aeneas, and upset his Trojan flight
By means of winds Aeolus shall omit
Against the Trojans; suff’ring won’t be slight.