Yes, I recollect lives we have shared, love of
Classical Greek elegance, peace and health,
Ægean seas, balmy breezes, all distant dreams
From a soul-connected past, before we ventured
To Northern climes, ice floes and cutting winds,
Greenland sea-brash, desolate hammered shores.
Young and secretly in love, we wore flowing hand-
Embroidered gowns, braided hair, dark eyes and
Olive skin, terraced stones beneath bare feet, life
Amongst family peristyles, strength of painted
Columns, wondrous days of our family’s storm-
Protected ocean villa.
As Grecian Thera, we prayed and worshipped to
Household gods with reverenced adoration, faith
Of Neptune and his blessed guidance, sacrifices to
All-knowing Ocean Lord, that he would protect us
Upon lashing seas in this lifetime and in those
Reborn, trials fates had so decided.
On that fateful day, our sailing ship o’er-turned,
Ægean ocean-storm, scudding clouds brought
Howling winds, weight of crashing waves. As the
Wooden vessel broke apart, Thera prayed to Neptune,
“Save me, my Sea Lord from Ægean depths, to love
And navigate your briny realm.”
Sinking beneath foam and flotsam, Thera lost her
Life in convulsive spasms, her fated death ushering
Sunlit breaking skies, warmth of loving hands, the
Gods raised her spirit to welcoming heavenly heights.
Thera recognized Brithe as herself, mirrored images
Of her soul, past and future lives.
Upon my hand-woven Viking blanket, I awakened from
Frightful dreams, realization on sun-warmed grassy
Cliff o’erlooking Greenlandic seas. In a past life, I had
Drowned as Thera, reborn anew as Brithe, shieldmaiden
Of Norse clans, stone-houses, love of whale-paths,
Longboat of my own to explore rugged Arctic shores.
“…like that star of the waning summer who beyond all stars rises bathed in the ocean stream to glitter in brilliance.” ― Homer, “The Iliad”
Please refer to “Brithe’s Ionian Dream” as a complement to this poem: