IV. Thyonē – Transfiguration Flesh and Bronze
With Althea by her side, Thyonē made quiet
Strides along temple colonnade, to entrance
Of Poseidon’s holy chamber. Pure of soul, hair
And eyes dark-glistening, vestal radiance to
Behold, Thyonē loved the Sea Lord with all her
Heart, affections arousing his noble brow,
Uplifting fount of salt-sea breezes.
Passing into temple naos, Thyonē approached
Poseidon’s majestic statue bronze, commanding
Gaze, breadth of Ægean Seas, into depths of those
Traversing his watery world. In a deep bows, Althea
And Thyonē fell in prayer upon plinth supporting
His form. “Rise my child, what burdens you so?”
Poseidon asked, his words within her mind.
“Of mountain springs and olive groves, I was
Born, yet to oceans I doth cling, surf and shore,
Thunderous waves calling,” began Thyone. “Of
Enduring love, I wish to be Lord Poseidon’s sea-
Maiden.” Tearing herself from Althea’s hands,
Thyonē threw herself onto Poseidon; in deep
Embrace, kindling warmth to his lips of bronze.
Through impassioned love, Thyonē transformed
Bronze to breathing flesh; she stood in presence of
God Poseidon, her hands deep within his flowing
Hair, his divine brow upon her breast. As he peered
Knowingly into her eyes, Thyonē recalled a scorching
Metallic taste, bones and teeth quaking, pained
Transfiguration of olive-skin flesh to pale alabaster.
On bended knee, a plinth of her own, Thyonē is
Poised as stone at lord and master’s feet. Yet,
Their love begins here, mortal and divine, upon
Stony Naxos shores, home of Zeus, distilled light,
Music of chelys and flute, a sea goddess created,
Life-streaming, born of Mount Helicon’s flowing
Streams and white-cresting oceans foaming.
“[Thyonē] some things you will think of yourself…some things
God will put into your mind.” ― Homer, “The Odyssey.”
This concludes “Thyone: Poseidon’s Pilgrims.”