"Wave," William-Adolphe Bouguereau, 1986, WikiArt.
“Wave,” William-Adolphe Bouguereau, 1986, WikiArt.

Part 4: Ædon, Faceless Egg

For weeks Kypris nurtured her egg-stone
Warmed by ocean sun, responding not to
Tender words nor touches, marble-white
Pale, nursed not at mother’s breasts. Yet,
Kypris did not egg abandon, swaddled
In remnants of her clothing, naked she
Roamed Cretan beaches, swan searching,
Return of her suitor, vain hopes, beating
Wings, briny laves imparting pulsing life,
Kypris named her faceless stone Ædon.

Deep within Cretan cave, Kybele rejected
Young Kypris, except for expelled placenta,
Bathed in light divine, lioness arising from
Pulsing embryo: head, arms, legs writhing
From gelatinous mass, Kybele, Mater Theon,
As Kypris’ twin, two urns upwelling, sacred
Fountainhead. Without need of ships or
Wind-stretched sails, Kypris was transported
Upon broad back of sea-time to Œtean village,
Her mind thunderstruck, no memories of
Kybele, swan suitor, or her stony Ædon.

Chorus:
O! Abandoned by all-creating deity, Kypris
Wandered pathless wilderness, thistle and
Thorns flesh torn, Ædon swallowed whole
By wine-dark seas, stony voice reaching
Upward, tears and prayers searching for
Mother, warmth of ocean sun, blazing cave
Fires, heart and hopes shipwrecked on
Desolate shores, for Ædon gathered life,
Sea memories, forever lost to ocean depths,
Fated creation equally blesséd as cursed,
Grievéd pains stony soul suffered alone.

"At Gate of the Temple," John William Godward, 1898, WikiArt.
“At Gate of the Temple,” John William Godward, 1898, WikiArt.

As with things time-revolving, ageless end
Flowed to new beginning, children of Œtean
Mountain village, vine-lost ancient tomb
Discovered, bronze door unhinged, Lion’s
Gate violated, burial shroud cast to floor,
Sinewy bones rent apart, jewelry removed,
Death-gifts stolen. Oldest amongst curious
Children, Kypris removed ancient papyri,
Cryptic passages shown to elders, archaic
Languages time-obscured, except one name
Found thereon: Kybele.

The poem ended as it began, first stanza of Part 1…

Upon completion of 734 poems, I am taking much-needed break and will be leaving poetry and Twitter for some interval. As always, thank-you for reading.

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