Something Grecian Poem by Mark Heathcote

Something Grecian, what's not to like
an Adonis, here a Greek blue urn there
and twilight; turning rose-red to mauve.

Centuries ago, Aphrodite, a glowing pearl
shone iridescent as the moon in June
clad in little as not to cloud imagination.

An unfaithful wife to Hephaestus,
guess Ares enjoyed siring Eros, the god of love
Hephaestus, was-also-adulterous?

Notably, with Athena as a child, I thought
these gods were virtuous and honourable.
But the truth is always something else.

Eros would select his target and arouse-
passionate desires loosen minds, the limbs
like wildflowers visited by the bees.

I guess that's why-so-many Greek myths.
Are still a staple diet today—Pandora's Box?
What with pandemics, sickness and death.