Memories of early Greeks, would they be
Recognized today? Farms, pasturelands,
And seashores time-changed, few wooded
Glens or highlands resisted ravages of war.
Each culture redefined what was Hellas,
As did famine, disease, families violence-
Swept, years of hardship and tragedy.
Mycenaean sun brightened countless days,
Decades passed, art and literature emerged,
Amphora designs and painting, advent of
Marble temples, yet, I look to fisher-folk
And farmers to define what was Greek,
Their customs, beliefs, and love of family,
Beyond images painted on ancient vases.
Whilst separated from land-strife, Nereids
Witnessed triremes on Ægean Seas, burning,
Smoke plumes cloud lofting, impossible to
Stop war or to save wave-stricken warriors.
Sequestered by deific creators to protection
Of distant isles, harsh Greek memories faded
As time passed like as ocean clouds.
Greek heroic ages, Homer a thousand verses
Penned on papyri, accounts of rivals, gods,
And war. Yet my fondest memories are of
Fisher-folk and families, net mending, torn
Sail sewing, fish in baskets, hymns of praise
Prayers at meals, enduring images of love and
Peace, fond sea-memories of early Greece.
In this poem, Thera reflects on Mycenaean Greek culture
and Trojan War-caused turmoil. She concludes with
that which is most enduring to her: Greek fisher-folk,
their families, and customs.