Editor’s Note: The Wood River Valley’s poet-on-skis and at-the-end-of-a-fishing rod Ed Northen must’ve been smitten by Cupid this year as he was inspired to write a poem.

 BY ED NORTHEN

 Winged Cupid Flies

with his golden bow

and quiver

 filled with arrows

dipped in potions

of Eros

 sent out to play

by Venus

while enraptured Mercury

waits in her perfumed bed.

 Enchantment is always dangerous

especially for a playful youth

who Is naïve, 

 the unintended consequence

of divine alchemy

not deliberated

 besides Zeus

and the other gods

meddle in mortal’s lives.

 It’s entertaining

to watch them

play out their odyssey’s

 of tragedy

and love

to test their rectitude.

 Can Amor mature

from consuming

to sacrificial?

 For bored Cupid

the outcome is inconsequential

it’s only a game