I wrote this poem on 8/8/88, 28 years ago. The mythology and symbolism defines a change, a pull that moved me on to another path. From music and wild ways to a new life. It did happen. Now when I look back I am amazed at the internal movement of this poem. Today it holds value and this why I am sharing it today.
Athena holds me to her bosom, dear, a sullen tear, I reply in fear. Alas her Owl comes from the west! Calling me to take me from my nest! Stir me up, shake me, I stand naked, as nothing. And her tear drops, I saw it, to the book here, I’m reading.
Alas she cries for all imprisoned women! Pregnant and within her presence, Now, I want to die, where could I go? death would not hide me from her! Inspire me, Aphrodite with love…
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