I. Fire and Fates

"Pallas Athene," Parmingianio, c. 1539, WikiArt photo, for this poem Klymene.
“Pallas Athene,” Parmingianio, c. 1539, WikiArt photo, for this poem Klymene.

Merchantman of wine and oil, Archeron, took
To sailing ships, his wife and three daughters
Residing in Hippodamian two-floor house of
Wood and stone. Child of nature and of sun,
Klymene, braided wildflowers in her hair,
Handpicked from Zalongo Mountain slopes,
Blooms gracing archaic grassy tombs.

Shattered lamp upon hearth fires sent Klymene
Into chaos of smoke and black night. Ancient
Town of Kassōpē, House of Acheron burned,
Flames rising above Ionian Seas. In futile efforts
Saving his wife and children, Acheron, too, was
Burned, more disfigured than vital man, bodies
Placed on stone roads, missing was Klymene.

Both abandoned by fates and furies, their lives
Escaped karmic death, adolescent Klymene and
Acheron took separate paths, daughter known as
“Zosime Seashore Wanderer,” net mending for
Fishermen on sea-isles, charity of clothing and
Food, Klymene worshiped Eos, ever-living fire,
Eternal resurrection of ocean sun at dawn.

Known as “River of Sorrows and Deep Woes,”
Acheron lost all faith in gods, becoming an
Ocean-side wanderer, bandaged beggar, petty
Thief, who existed in misery of self-guilt,
Forever distraught, healing burns tortuous,
His body bent from anguished scars, plight
Upon Greek fishers and their protected shores.

II. Divine Intervention

"Eos," Evelyn De Morgan, 1895, Wikipedia photo.
“Eos,” Evelyn De Morgan, 1895, Wikipedia photo.

By chance, Klymene learned of Astræus, his
Godly healing snakes and temple, rumor that
Her father disappeared soon after Astræus’
Timed arrival. Upon pastel dawn, glories of
Rosy translucent sky, Klymene prayed to Eos,
Guidance in search for lost father and for
Healing balms, perpetual pains of heart.

“Klymene, ask to look upon face of Atræus, his
Hood away lifted,” instructed Eos. “There, your
Answers will be, child of morning light you shall
Always be.” Klymene knew to look upon face of
Astræus was neither permitted nor desired, too
Divine for mortal eyes to behold, yet, she would
Do as blesséd goddess deemed.

Once at Atræus’ holy temple, Klymene made
Votive offerings of fruit and figs, hair myrtle
Adorned, bowing in supplication at his marble
Altar, Atræus sensed her presence. “What bring
You to my temple?” asked he, seeing words of
His bride, Eos, in Klymene’s mind. “Stand child,”
Atræus said, extending godly arms in holy trust.

No words they spoke as Atræus lifted hood from
Face, his eyes like that of Eos-dawn, winds
Welling upon foam-streaked seas. Yet within
Fiery eyes, Klymene saw another, glint of mer-
Chantman, wind-filled sails billowing on Ionian
Seas, her father’s soul sang within morning sun,
Held in safekeeping in Eos’ deific light.

III. Time-Torn Return

Temple of the Sybil and Campagna, Richard Wilson, 1765, WikiArt photo.
Temple of the Sybil and Campagna, Richard Wilson, 1765, WikiArt photo.

For moments Klymene recalled bone-shattering
Pain, metallic taste of blood, time transformation,
Clockwork of dawns rewinding, karmic weft and
Warp rewoven, burns and fear allayed. When she
Awakened months earlier, upon ancient tombs
She played, collecting wildflowers, Acheron
Weaving sunlit Narcissi in his daughter’s hair.

For remaining time, Klymene and Acheron lived
Alone, Kassōpē was neither built nor destroyed.
Without need or want, they wandered trackless
Meadows hand-in-hand. Before the gods, moun-
Tains trembled, seas were moved, and time was
Torn asunder reaching Fields of Asphodel.

This poem is a companion piece to “Acheron Becomes Atræus.” 

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