'Golden lads and lasses must, all in time return to dust'...but they flicker fleet as quicksilver in sun-dappled memory when my world was young, and in idle reverie as attention wandered in dusty history, I wondered what exactly did the Minotaur do with those slim-hipped Athenian youths in his dreadful Labyrinth at Knossos?
And further imaginings took me down avenues of naughty Pucks, dark and dangerous Harlequins, the Ganymedes, Narcissii and Angel-winged Icarus; and shepherd-boys not tending sheep or chasing Nymphs but lying wicked in deep,dark grass, seduced by Satyrs...all those delightful lightfoot lads, the too brief, bright flowerings