Eurynome - Poem by Steve Trimmer
Asleep I fell, away from temporal realms
Upon The Chimaera`s back I ride
Passing barrows, neath The Mount of Olympus
The Chimaera bids vale to me, in a dell I wait
From the barrows, rise Ophion and his Guild of Pelasgus
He, thinking me amenable, besets me, The Guild begirds
I, in demur tone, decree;
'I seek The True Creatrix
Eurynome of wide wandering
I shall`nt berate The Matrix
For truth I have been pondering'
Ophion, though vexed, smiled a toothless smile
In retort, he quoth;
`Thy mettle, hath left me disquiet
Sycophant thee art nought
Nascent fool or prescient sage?
I can not be sure.......thou may pass'
Ophion slithered away, neath the barrows
As did The Guild of Pelasgus
I lay in the glades nigh Mount Olympus till eventide
'Eurynome, Eurynome, my love and Demiurge
I am of thy posterity
In this dreaming, I seek thy silenced voice
Subterfuge hath not thwarted my conscience
.....................Hearken me, dear Lady'
Still tarrying upon the tussock, I stare at the moon of esbat
Then into this bourne, The Chimaera returns
'Onto my back, ride thee again
Bard, play my Tortoise Shell Lyre
Journey we will, and She will deign
To Elysian Fields, I will steer'
For 28 days we travelled
En route west, we spoke to many of The Nymphs and Muses
Abunduntia left our Cornucopia replete with food and drink
The Lady Aegis protected us
Then on the e`en of the 28th day, a Dryad greeted us
The lovely Dryad led our path through the wold
Till we came to The Grove of Nemesis
With a gentle kiss on Her hand, I knelt before Her
'I Lady Nemesis, most lads wouldst fear
See thy heart ne`er besmirched with leer
From my branch, doth take a quince
Apple o` Wisdom, fore and since'
I take Her gift, requited with kiss to Her cheek
We continued with a full heart, on the path of The Dryads
Until reaching the wolds end
I play an Epos Song of Eurynome;
'Eurynome, Eurynome, Creatrix of All Things
Eurynome, Eurynome, hear this that I sing
Wide Wanderings, thee as gentle Dove
Universal Egg now laid
7 times wrapped by Ophion`s love
Exsistance thou hast gave'
But alas, hubris beset Ophion`s heart
He claimed to be Demiurge
With thy heal, his head bruised hard
His teeth kicked out to Earth
The patriarchs forget thy name
Eurynome, The Progenitor
Ere epochs of the Hellenic fame
In Greece, Gynarchy wast favoured'
A voice rang out from amid The Apple Orchards, soft yet stoic;
'Stalwart Bard, thy plea I`ve heard, for I am Eurynome,
Goddess of All Things, I who rose from Chaos naked,
And found naught substantial for my feet to rest upon
Ergo, I hath divided The Sea from The Sky
I, Eurynome, danced lonely upon the waves
Thither to the south The Wind set in motion behind me
Set new and apart, to begin The Genesis of Creation
I, Eurynome, caught The North Wind-Boreas
And rubbed it betwixt my hands, to give life to the Great Serpent Ophion
I hath been foresook by Ophion and Mankind
They who know not the true 'Girdler of The World'
I, Eurynome, wast melancholy..........................
When Zeus usurped my title
When 'The Archer King' ruled Delphi
When 'The Lady of The Bright Eyes' payed homage to The Father
When Poisidon wrested The Cretan Axe
So tearful and hurt was I,
I left Greece to tarry in The Elysian Fields of The West'
In awe I knelt in Eurynome`s presence, for I had found Her
At seaside of The Main, we sat
As The Chimaera played Her 3-stringed Tortoise Shelled Lyre
I held Eurynome`s hand, The Sea Nymphs sang, The Dryads sang
The Daughters of Metis sang and danced under Moon
Around a fire of Oak and Ash
I hath dote them with my affections, laud in adorations
For I sought and found my Eurynome in The Elysian Fields
Away from patriarchal war, away from patrilocal theocracy
The Queen Bee Goddess-Melissa gave us Her honey ambrosia,
From Her Skep in The Orchards
Eurynome`s daughters, The Graces, rendered Splendour, Mirth and
Though I have found my Creatrix, my Love
My Protectress Eurynome
The Fates hath decreed, I must finish my work in the Temporal Realm
Oft, I visit The Elysian Fields, but must, for now,
Return to the mortal bournes, at least for part of the year
One day, Euryome will ask me to stay
Aegis will guide me to my Banshee, in the dell
My assignations with Eurynome will be requited with peace
For She tends to my loved ones passed
One day Eurynome will call me, Labrys wielded
To leave the Temporal Realm with The Fates................
.................... ..........but not yet!
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