“Menelaus and the Fake Helen,” by Teresa Spencer
Aug 20th, 2022 | By DefenestrationMenelaus’s hoary beard is stained red with Trojan blood. Lo, how he sits grieving at the prow of the flagship of a thousand ships, the craggy furrows of his brow deepened with the loss of his brethren, of Patroclus, of dishonored Ajax brought low by his own hand, of even the mighty Achilles. His powerful shoulders bend under the weight of a ten years’ war.
Nearby, his wife Helen is moodily gazing at the horizon, smoking a jay.