THOUGHTS ON HOMER FROM A GARDEN IN WALES

A newcomer to Gallybloggers, Ulysses, charms us with what may be the beginnings of an epic on the days of Homer. Please, enjoy!

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~ Thoughts On Homer From a Garden in Wales ~ By ~ Ulysses ~

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While sat upon air amid

gardens, I dreamt once

a vision of ruin and glory.

It burst from ancient pages newly pressed,

the bard of which may never have lived.

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His beard of stone formed

of marble, an illustrious prize.

His words they echo in the halls

of centennia. The grey eyes

of Athena awash with life.

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As rosy fingers of sunlight

shone through emerald leaves,

My hands shook like Priams as

he looked down from above.

The arrows and spears flew by my ears.

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Tears formed as the foam

of the sea-god’s rage

Spattered amongst boats.

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O, to return from the time

when the blood of men lined

the bellies of roams as they lashed

the plains. To sit moist-eyed in

South Walian light, checking the sky for rain.

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