"Calliope," by Joseph Fagnani, 1869, Wikimedia photo.
“Calliope,” by Joseph Fagnani, 1869, Wikimedia photo.

Part 1: Glories Shared

O! What glories we have shared dauntless
Thracian muse! Lives and loves enduring
Across attic plains, columned temples, gods
And goddesses, triremes on Ægean seas,
Visions of Abdera, Pindus Mountains to Isles
Of Cyclades, our poetic trysting-place, such
Intimacies, stanzas of rhythmical verse.

My briny companion, immersed we were
In Hesiod, Homeric Hymns, and Ovid, pen-
Delving classical past, visits to Pompeii,
Days before eruption of ash and flame, how
Our twained souls survived death, burning
Flesh and bone, redeeming grace of godly
Hands and light rising above fiery clouds.

By ancient names, you gave my poetry being:
Anya, Thera, Thyone, Ismene, Lexine, and
Iola, unrivaled amongst women, shepherdess,
Priestess, mother, women of reckoned insight,
Loyalty to family and to gods. Our verse-filled
Hearts rang aloud, musical strains we shared,
Ecstatic harmonies of impassioned flight.

"Gallo-Roman Women," Sir Lawrence Alma-Tadema, 1865, WikiArt photo.
“Gallo-Roman Women,” Sir Lawrence Alma-Tadema, 1865, WikiArt photo.

Part 2: Precious Life

What did I learn from writing ninety Greek-
Related poems? Life is precious, has purpose,
Cause not others pain, extend open hands,
People are different, such are strengths and
Conflicts, life is equally fragile as resilient,
What one endures, another cannot, personal
Trials and tragedies, enabling earthly growth.

When approaching gods, extend homage on
Bended knee, keep faith and recognize their
Love, fates and free will, every sacrifice is
Recognized, votive offerings or suffering on
Foreign battlefields, ships battling heaving
Seas, anguish of sick and dying, harsh reproof,
Life’s pages inked in tears and blood.

"Dawn," William-Adolphe Bouguereau, 1881, Wiki-Art photo.
“Dawn,” William-Adolphe Bouguereau, 1881, Wiki-Art photo.

Part 3: Æther Returning

For now, my Thracian muse returns to Æther,
Both of us taking well-deserved rest, reaching
Milepost of 500 poems. Always welcome in
My heart and arms, I shall love her until earth
Dissolves. On cresting waves and surf-pounding
Beaches, I will listen for sweet-flowing refrains.
Bitter angst of empty heart!

Ask me not her name, comes with it might
To beckon whilst she is up-borne in silvery
Light. Love is releasing her to the gods, her
Accustomed place of higher altitudes, for
Incantations will return from holy choirs.
“All things I view, and by viewing all things,
Lo, I love but you.”*

*From Ovid’s “The Metamorphoses.”

Written whilst listening to instrumental “Le lac” by Alexandre
Desplat, original movie soundtrack for “Rust and Bone.”

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