poetry
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The artwork for this prayer card is beautiful. Let’s write something equally beautiful to match it.
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Doing a novena in honor of Hermes right now. Today’s devotional activity was to write a hymn and to post it. ❤ Hail Hermes! —- O Hermes Logios God of language Of learning Eloquence I compose these humble words in Your honor. We forget in this modern age why it is That the Word was regarded …
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Long dark tresses fell to the floor Bzz Bzz Bzz Went the shaver. A sacrifice of beauty, an offering of pain. A shocking change if not forewarned – Good. I should look different. I’m not the same. . We didn’t even have a body then. It was more than a month before he got your…
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This is normal, you tell yourself As you drag yourself to a job you hate To make just enough money to pay for someone else’s home. Pop a pill to get thru the day Drink a fifth to get to sleep Convince yourself that this is normal – Another day of your life, gone. .…
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Holy Hera, daughter of Earth and Sky, Arranged in Peacock feathers Beauty as strong as steel and soft as a sigh Glory of heart’s love committed Two lives made one under your gaze Bless our home, bless this union, the future we build, Queen of Olympos Grant that I may always be the Queen of…
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Note: it’s been a hell of a day. But yes she is lucky. No broken bones. She will most likely be okay. I am mad as hell at the bastard who hit her and sped off. —- O Artemis of the Wilds, Huntress of the Woods I pray to You today in my hour of…
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I was late for Galina Krasskova’s agon but oh well, I’m posting this prayer here to share. I waited too long trying to edit it. Foiled by perfectionism again! Oh well, praising the Gods is the point, and hopefully you get some enjoyment out of this, and even more that the Gods hear our pleas…
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Tornadoes are Holy By Amanda Artemisia Forrester Tornado season in the Midwest Never fails to remind a person just how small they are – And how powerful Nature is. For a few moments, we feel the primal fear of our ancestors, As we huddle together in basements, Or in public bathrooms with strangers, Our mindless…
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Originally posted on Gangleri's Grove: To Anteros By Amanda Artemisia Forrester O Anteros, You are sung to far less often than Your golden brother, But You are no less great than He Who the Romans called Cupid. Ever-youthful, butterfly-winged, You are truly a chieftain amongst the Erotes. Your blessing is what all men strive for…
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Originally posted on Gangleri's Grove: For Saga: by Owlet Let the cool waves flow over us The glimmer of light reflecting on cave walls The taste of honey and the decaying whispers of generations It stings and it bites and it is languid like a summer night A chord that strikes and you feel it…
Temple of Athena the Savior 