You Wouldn't Believe

 They can tell you the tale

of Priam's daughter, but 

no one asked if she saw further

with her damned eyes,

doomed and doom-saying

with her words treated

as an ass' braying.

If she wrote, it was on gossamer

even if it meant the world to her;

on water, colors of the paint brush

blur, and 

the point becomes a non sequitur. 

Nostradamus gets good credit for

things only hinted at

in metaphor,

yet she was just a woman talking

as it were.

You know, as they are wont to do,

and sometimes what they say comes true. 

I do not know if it was a curse

that she was disbelieved 

or worse, that listeners are deceived 

of the course

of the story when they have

misperceived the source.