Sweet Mnemosyne ( Read more... )

(Just pretend that the icon is Wepwawet. :D)

The mountains and valleys
Both know you; the wind
That sweeps over the ground
Calls your name, lingering in memory.

Wreathed in shadow and flanked
By your huge, snarling wolves,
You descend. You are welcome here,
My Lord. I would not turn you away.

Come, feast in these halls.
Let the sweet dusk soothe ( Read more... )

Written on the 3rd (Hermes' monthly day on my calendar), along with two other poems, whilst under the influence of incense smoke. :)

I soak my skin in ink,
In the heat and sweat
Stirred by being close to you -
This is my offering.

I stand on the bridge.
It arches high up to Olympos,
But its edges touch dark Dis.
It is your world; this is your home ( Read more... )

A little something I wrote earlier, while huddling away from the cold. :)

A thousand shades of colour live
at the edges of her eyes, or in the
cracks between her shimmering,
ever-so-white, sharp teeth.

She wears skins of gold and walks,
flushed red with heat, over deserts
and oceans alike. Her touch burns:

And no-one can escape it.

A myriad of ( Read more... )

Her name flows ( Read more... )

Deputy coroner for Milton Keynes Thomas Osborne said "systems failures" and overstretched staff contributed to the death of Ebony McCall in May this year ( Read more... )

From the Thiasos Aphrodite Yahoo e-list.

"Crown of Violets" -- poetry and art collection

I am putting together a book of poetry and art as an offering to Most Beloved, Most Adored Aphrodite. The book will be published through Asteria Books, as was my previous book, Aphrodite's Priestess. Hymns, odes, haiku, sonnets, free verse, blank verse ( Read more... )