I will make this a Hellenistic hymn to all my ancestors
who believed in the twelve Olympian gods. We had to
memorize them in Greek school, learn how to write
them, practice our diction to continue the traditions
of people I never met. We learned that Zeus and Hera
were the Queen and the King and everyone that came
after did so with intentions to create this world of caves,
darkness, silent roads, mountains that reach the
sky. I learned to see mirrors in rivers. I was taught that
stories can corrupt my mind into believing myths
as real. So young, even Hercules became my idol and
my hero. Who can compete with the gods? No mere
mortal man could ever win my heart. I wanted the
top of the echelon. I wanted my own Zeus, who created
the world out of chaos. Who else could tame my soul?
All these hymns for the hopeful left me breathless
for such intrigue and adventure, not even Aphrodite
could have the visions of beauty I imagined. She
took hold of my body and showed me how to dream
the imaginable. Could you see how I became another
person in my mind, the one that spoke to Goddesses
in Ancient Greek and touched the sky with her
fingertips? Artemis guided me to the moon, to hunt
for my solitude, to hide from all the demons claiming
to be on my side. I learned about deception, betrayal,
brotherhood and sisterhood through the ancient ways
and much like others I became invisible. People mocked
me, sold their adventures to me as golden tickets. All
these leaps, I have taken for no one but my ancient
soul that saw the constellations up close from a
chariot in the sky, along with eleven other friends.
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Very Cool!
Thou art Artemis, methinks
lol that just made my day! hahahah
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“…I sing of Artemis, whose shafts are of gold, who
cheers on the hounds, the pure maiden, shooter of stags, who
delights in archery, own sister to Apollo with the golden sword.
Over the shadowy hills and windy peaks she draws her golden bow,
rejoicing in the chase, and sends out grievous shafts. The tops
of the high mountains tremble and the tangled wood echoes
awesomely with the outcry of beasts: earthquakes and the sea also
where fishes shoal. But the goddess with a bold heart turns
every way destroying the race of wild beasts: and when she is
satisfied and has cheered her heart, this huntress who delights
in arrows slackens her supple bow and goes to the great house of
her dear brother Phoebus Apollo, to the rich land of Delphi,
there to order the lovely dance of the Muses and Graces. There
she hangs up her curved bow and her arrows, and heads and leads
the dances, gracefully arrayed, while all they utter their
heavenly voice, singing how neat-ankled Leto bare children
supreme among the immortals both in thought and in deed….”
Epic, thank you for the comparison to such beauty indeed. x
You have read my poetry. You know I bleed the stories of Olympus. This piece is so close to my heart. Love this, Christina. <3
True! I love that about your writing. X
An amazing epic.
Thanks so much!
I am always mesmerized by your poetry and muse, Chrissy. The Titans and Olympians have guided me most of my life. I think the ancient Greeks that still call from my DNA touched the true nature of humankind with their divine mythology. If we have a soul it is in this irreducible nature of darkness and light and our connection to the elements of the grand chaos in the universe, which they defined far better than those before or after them. Perhaps you are an epithet of Artemis or the child descendant of Aphrodite and Endymion; a daughter of the Ancients. Who can say, but you?
I have no idea. Your comment baffles me. Thank you so much. x
I think I had one of those moments, Apologies for the bafflement. I really meant to say, how much I enjoyed the poem and that you are truly gifted to connect so well with your poetry.
Thank you for that. It makes me feel like at least I am good at one thing.
You most certainly are!
Thanks my amazing talented friend! I will visit soon and read you. X
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This was wonderful to read.