As a child, I walked through the Olympics
of imagination- myth's perfect bind
for my tender mind conforming like leaves
to the fantastic monstrosities
Gods became the men becoming again
Deities of many splendored nations
I savored the rigid writing tablet,
with fair flesh of Helen, voice of Homer
So too did I attend rapt, taking in scroll
the battle of Marathon, of Persians
and Herotodus dancing with a lyre
beneath everyman's celestial globe
Soon it came to pass that I had to leave
these childish things on the path behind me
and thus, I was made to gather only things
precious to my intents and purposes
Wearing each my comic and tragic masks
I took that lyre, with a look quite pensive,
and a flute to romance the winds and land,
striding from my cave to unknown sands
Thanks Dani, It's very strange, how all of the various aspect of this poem have meshed.
After Reading Seamus Heaney, I had already decided to write Personal Helicon. This is due to the early passion for mythology which I write about in the piece. As it turns out, I was published in the recent Cyberwit anthology, whose next anthology is titled Helicon which provided more incentive. My recent induction into New Pleiades included this crest JPG. It would be most remarkable with nine women, no?
(By the way, the iconology of this poem is in symbols pertaining to each muse.)
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Reviewed on September 28, 2003
You really have an excellent command of the English language...Amazing.....A thrilling poem....and notable picture....ty, Dani
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After Reading Seamus Heaney, I had already decided to write Personal Helicon. This is due to the early passion for mythology which I write about in the piece. As it turns out, I was published in the recent Cyberwit anthology, whose next anthology is titled Helicon which provided more incentive. My recent induction into New Pleiades included this crest JPG. It would be most remarkable with nine women, no?
(By the way, the iconology of this poem is in symbols pertaining to each muse.)