Thursday, March 31, 2011

Poem of the Week

Helios and the Doves

Helios standing on the edge of the world
waiting for the queen of the moon Diana to arrive
wears her deerskin dress and quiver of bow and arrows.

The green grass smelled of jasmine as Pan blew on his pipes in Arcadia.
One more maenad left behind from her sisters
danced and laughed through the cypress and pine trees
towering into the sky.

The only birds that flew past her
were doves
graceful and lithe as Helios reached out to
hold them in his golden light.

Copyright Julie Kovacs 2011

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