Hellas

feeling a more traditional urge tonight. A Sonnet

Night sweated, morning warmed: the lyre of an ancient road 

beckoning to lure of fair halcyons fleet-winged 

maidens setting off in the olive glint 

of a spartan morning -- stirred sleep from dust

deprived eyes, bade bones to fall in step beside 

Lathria’s fetching daughters. Fair Keats, poor Shelley, 

traipsing from Argos to Epirus, forever 

in the wake of the mad Gordon’s blood lust 

for immortality. Since antiquity, Hellas, 

cradle to man’s most sacred impulses 

to share the divine, bed mortal to Titans flesh, 

has summoned poets to the rugged hills 

to feast of the Moirai, fate’s spinning sisters. 

When I crossed the border, my pen took flight.   

Ken e Bujold

Reviews

[W. Barrett Munn]

Did the pen take flight going into or out of Greece? Never mind - I can surmise by your abilities it had to be on the way in only. Too much good when out.

Winston

[Ken e Bujold]

once you've experienced a Grecian sunrise it never leaves you. And i wanted to write something that included the Moirai

[Arundass TP]

Interesting lines। Enjoyed reading