Eos' Dance

The cold pale beginning of morning,

     Waiting in patience for Eos to dance,

     To dance on her own night tears of dew

     And open sky's gate for the day's advance.

Selene mourns the mortal Endymion

     Cursing Zeus in her wailing of white:

     Apollo Helios draws chariot nigh,

     Thundered by sol steeds, drawing the light.

Hera frees her peacocks into Eos' dawn,

     Eros gathers his lover's arrows:

     Gaia stretches her fingers abroad,

     Athena opens her hand to the heros.

     

They awake and arise, one each to advance:

Another day begun with Eos' dance.

Author's Note

Two years ago, I wrote this: when I lived and breathed and ate poetry.

Reviews

[Ron]

Such Greek pictures! I am sure you are a Greek poet! A classical author and a work that interests scholars but baffles the proles. Cece you are my Helen of Troy!

[GunMetal]

There is so much life in this poem. The imagery was breathtaking. The beginning of an eternal story. How magnificent.

[Poeticpiers]

My kind of poetry. loved the classical references

[Bella-Marie]

Really pretty. Well done!

[Mark]

I like Athena opens her hands to the heros, it comforts me.

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

Epic!
I have no words to describe the beauty of this poem.

[Adeline]

this is so pretty! I love it

[Frantzuu]

Wow, this is beautiful, great use of words, the style is sweet and flows well. The imagery in this piece is just gorgeous, well done, yay :) awesome write.