Poems: Troy Falling and Christina’s Reflection

A poet and writer of thrillers, Candice Hughes ’86 holds  a Ph.D in Anatomy and Neurobiology from Boston University School of Medicine and works as a consultant to the health care and pharmaceutical industries.  While at Mount Holyoke, Candace was poetry editor of Pegasus and a winner of the Ida F. Snell Poetry Prize.

Over the past six plus years, she has turned her focus to fiction. Combining her background in medical science and creative writing, she has completed a paranormal thriller plus a biotech thriller and is hard at work on more novels. Read about publishing and life in New England on Candice’s blog: www.candicehughes.com.

Troy Falling (September 11, 2001)

No one noticed Eris
throw down her golden  apple
amongst the wind birthed dunes of a lonely desert.

Perhaps it was a sand storm,
causing women to pull their veils tighter,
driving men into backrooms
and fostering distraction.

No one noticed
when the clean shaven men
dressed in Brooks Brothers casuals
sauntered past security guards and
buckled themselves into their tin horse.

No one noticed
that they offered no Helen,
cherry lips parted, brown eyes gazing up at Paris—
Mon Dieu,
there was neither love nor even lust.

Blood lust, insha’ Allah,
is enough to launch a ship.

No one noticed
so busy were they
with counting, dealing and planning—
three pieces of silver can take you far—
no, no one wanted to stop.

Oh, but they all stopped—
watched on giant flat panel TVs—
as Troy was devoured by
lurid orange flames,
lapping over her towers in an orgy of hatred
that even then did not burn itself out
but instead slunk away in the swirling ash
as the sun tipped
below the bloody horizon.

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