Mount Olympus, (1- 4)
1) Mount Olympus, Its Primal Beauty Caused This Earth To Moan
2) Clouds Above Olympia
3) Descent Of Mount Olympus
4) Olympus, And From This Womb Gave Birth
Mount Olympus, Its Primal Beauty Caused This Earth To Moan (1)
In this ancient place her memory far
in the past built with godlike hierarchy
that looks upon a bright and nameless star,
its pattern not yet worshipped in the sky.
Fairer then, now no roads or kingly throne
nor rich castle coiffed with gardened flowers,
its primal beauty caused this earth to moan.
On this hill, counting neither years nor hours,
the shadows yield to light in slow retreat;
below, before the dawn, life was teeming,
I feel the surging forest and its heat,
opening eyes but my mind still dreaming
every brook and stream did take a simple vow
to rush throughout the caverns of desire;
the flute, the pipe plays from the highest boughs,
the sun's golden beams flame with piercing fire
it was these themes her gentle heart inspired
and to this world she took me by the hand.
The greatest of the gods, the Olympians,
lie dead on their sacred mount, breath expired,
thundering to the last one final groan
for even they could not redeem the hours
or preserve the sweetness of their home.
In these brooks and streams their waters teeming
and the fire of the sun expels her heat;
I close my eyes and fall back into dreaming.
Clouds Above Olympia (2)
Grandest creature marble white
rearing proudly in thy time
the clouds above Olympia
thunder with thy stride;
enormous hoofs of white and grey
eyes of fiercest black,
nostrils flaring in a rage
who dares mount thy back!
(This poem was written after viewing an
ancient Greek sculpture of a rearing horse)
Descent Of Mount Olympus (3)
Should I make such pleasant music my own
while I walk within nature unaware
of a beauty I could not touch or tame;
the thrush, bluebird and robin have their song;
lilies, wildflowers alive in flowing dress,
there on the mountain where the Horae stood
in gifted sight beneath their sacred hoods
to guard the gates of Mount Olympus.
Their voices call in sounds of sweet duress
and rise above the bulwarks in the sky,
descending fast in white towering flame,
here Olympus fell and staked its earthly claim;
an immortal palace gifted from on high
with inhabitants boisterous and vain,
twelve deities plotting, achieving fame,
and describing their dwelling in its scope
with words of grandeur and rhymes strange to hear
lovelier than the human heart could bear.
In that void between death and human hope
Olympus rose, and beckons with its story;
alive, triumphant, eternal in its glory.
Olympus, And From This Womb Gave Birth (4)
I will be a prophet and start a flame
regaled to burn above the reach of time
and reignite the glory and the pain
of the torch that burns brightest in my mind.
Here in this sanctuary by the trees,
that mountain, untroubled as if asleep
hidden in a maze of loitering clouds;
I glimpse a wall, a thousand times as steep,
in its white faced beauty a quietness
that speaks of confidence and unequaled strength.
Twelve floating towers gods themselves ordained
each with sculptured face, appearing some as fierce
most of gentle presence human tongues would praise.
Foundations to the very depths did pierce
the shale anchored to the mountain's core
and from this womb gave birth,
thick plated gates of gleaming heartland gold
not composed of ore from this frail young earth
but from far richer and mightier worlds.
Saturday, March 13, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: mountain,mythology