Ariadne refuses Dionysus

I had another look at the Oracle this evening. I thought she had something else to say.

Ariadne refuses Dionysus

He plucked his music from the wind and waves
and sang with the blackbird’s voice,

on a rock lapped by the sea. He played
as night fell and spelled a sleep for all but she,

never doubting he would take her up
like an osprey leashed and belled,

but as the stars pricked in the sky,
her eyes were turned to home.

She saw his waiting women in the sea mists
rising, his hair that floated dark as kelp,

and on the silver golden sand she stood
and sang her own enchanted song

to Moon, the mother of the sky,
who laid a path across the waves

and gave her feet light foaming wings,
until she reached the homeward shore.