Posts Tagged ‘Polytheism’

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Confessions

November 17, 2009

She nods to the god in her bed,
And then looks back at his son,
Hermes, borne of another.
“I love him,” she says quietly,
Clouds swirling in her soft eyes.
The messenger of the gods nods,
Takes her hand in his and kisses it.
His voice is midnight-soft; “I know.”

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Inspiration

November 15, 2009

A golden songbird plucks a rose from the
Hand of Erato and warms its wings in
The hazy red glow of her skin. Warmed,
It darts away, and drops the rose into
A poet’s lap. Smiling, the poet lifts
Her head and lets the words stream from her eyes.

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Short – Hymenaios

November 14, 2009

Around his neck lies the key to wedding
Delight, to the truth of all love and pain,
To sacrifice. His eyes, though, are as soft
As a child’s – tender, and ready to break.

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Short – The Fey

November 14, 2009

Fey live in worlds that humans can only
Ever truly visit in their dreams. They
Linger in the hearts of those who love them;
In the threads that bind humans and the gods.

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Short – Ares

November 14, 2009

Ares sharpens his weapons with the shine
Of aching love. His smiles stop a dozen
Bullets in their tracks; his courage knows no
Bounds. He is the flame, and women the moths.

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Short – Coyote

November 14, 2009

His claws rake the earth. Fever stretches through
His coarse fur, his skin, his eyes that gleam with
Animal promise. Coyote’s kisses
Are edged with wildness, burning with instinct.

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Oblivion

November 14, 2009

The soft silence of the dead yields to the
Whispers of Lethe: her lazy streams drift
Through low-swirling shadows like rich, lovely
Honey poured by the hands of the Mousai.

Her movements are as slow and careful as
Her trickling streams. Her liquid eyes smile
With gentle promise; as though her dusky
Bed holds all the secrets of this dark world.

Music hums between her pale fingers, quiet
Enough not to disturb the shades that trail,
Silent as Thanatos himself, in her
Wake. She shines with life in this place of death.

She glides, feet skimming her streams, to the lake
That lies where her waters end. She reaches
Out to kiss the goddess that waits; her lips
Brush Mnemosyne’s, soft as oblivion.