Maenad.

A piece I was working on, in responce to the re-interest of Greek mythology.

The sullen face of the pretty one masked in sweat,

 She cooks the corn of markets trailed in the day,

Her life is locked in tradition and obligation to him,

 Even though it's truth with their son he does lay.

 

A light starts to shine in the mist of a black forest,

 Dionysus offers her the ash apple of sodom to eat,

Make music and dance in the streets at your will,

 Be naked and offer fresh hearts to me at my feet.

 

Guided forth she leaves this exsistence behind her,

 Immortal and begging for her God to return now,

Trailing the earth leaving sex, dirt and death in her wake,

Ancient Greece does leave sweat upon her brow.

 

A bulls head and talons are her only true companions,

 Take note of the saddness she once knew and had,

For it's gone now and replaced with sheer power,

 Antonia now holds the the title of the feared Maenad.

Author's Note

Be honest as always!

Reviews

[Samantha ~virginpoet]

cleaver great imagery and flow I liked it a lot

[Brittany Zedalis]

Ah, mythology. I love it.

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Thank you Brittany

[Ink Stained]

Here, your theme is clear. You make forays into the Greek ethos, which is really the beginning of Western literature, philosophy and religion. You repeat the word "sweat" and I am interested to know if there was a reason.

[Robin]

my imagination slips through the portals of mind and alights on the mythoscape etched in symbolism . well done .

[Tkess]

Dionysus and his drunken band of followers. Very nicely done.

[Gitana Deneff]

wonderful. as always.

[Kenneth The Poet]

Intriguing, I like this one.

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their is nothing that stirs my soul like the ancient mythology..wonderful

[Beautifully Tragic xPoe..]

Vivid imagery. Great write!

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

She now lives intoxicated and numb to the pain of being pushed aside in favor of her son. We have drunkenness and incest in this one.......wow what a poem!