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Orpheus

Is the there, or did

Hades lie? To trust or not?

He soon loses her.

 

Hermes

A mild-mannered babe,

Newly birthed, peeks, then sneaks out

Mischief on the mind

 
Sisyphus
He did not obey.
Went D
           O
              W
                 N to Hades
And to his dismay,
he was forced to accomplish
a Sisyphean task.

Now we watch him
Climb up
and fall back down
Every time.

Hera
Like a frog hopping
From cloud to cloud, keeping a
Close watch on him now.

Icarus
His wax wings fly him
into the skies above not
knowing where to Stop.
 

Atalanta

When heroes couldn't

she could kill the boar. Who knew

a girl could do that

 

Echo

Doomed to repeat words

Cannot make her true feelings known

Part of her is gone

 

The Nine Muses

Taught by Apollo

to sing harmoniously

angelic music

 

Melampus

Ears extremely clean

so he can hear animals

Uses gift to cure

 

Hades

Gloomy and silent

Always has room for dead souls

who would like like that?

Students (in grades 8-9) in Advanced Mythology wrote the following poems on Greek myths and mythological characters in April 2008.  These are first drafts.


Hades

Sees his chance and goes

Emerging like a dark flower

To snatch a new wife.

 

Tantalus

Always reaching but

Unable to grasp the joy

It leaves and taunts him

 

Orpheus

Playing sweet songs to

Euridice, his love

Finding her down below

 

Sisyphus

Punished for his tricks

and given an impossible

task to occupy

 

Icarus

Foolish, full of pride

Higher he flies melting

his privileged life away

 

Cupid

Controlling romance

with only a bow and arrow

Venus orders him

 

Aphrodite

 

From where?

The sea

No mother

No father

 

Quickly, given off to Hephaestus

He felt lucky

She did not

For she wanted

Ares

 

Not him

 

Son

Eros: with arrows of love

Darted about

 

Back there once a year

Where she came from

From Cythera

 

 

Artemis

 

Never to marry, Artemis wished to remain

A wild young maiden, hunting with hounds and nymphs,

All throughout the forest, with the moon's light to guide her.

Her arrows as soft as moonbeams, and bringing a painless death.

But beware, any mortal who stumbles upon her bathing pool,

For Artemis could be a cold and pitiless goddess,

Like all the rest.

 
Perseus
 
Perseus sought to slay Medusa, the only Gorgon who could be killed,
It seemed impossible until Hermes, the messenger god, came to help.
He gave him a sword, and directions to follow.
Athena also wished to help and gave him a shield like a mirror to see,
For if he looked directly at a Gorgon, he would be instantly turned to stone.
The Nymphs of the North gave him three great gifts as well,
Winged sandals, an invisibility cap, and a wallet of any size needed.
With these he had no trouble at all, and slew Medusa, cut off her head.
 

Return Home

 

How could Odysseus not have

expected, anticipated, foreseen

that this would be

he was said to be cunning by half

so to see this vomit of men feeding their own skins

was not to be a surprise of sins

why did he not despair though

throw off his cloak and say "I'm here!"

It was because he saw

a god's design in the stars -- ?

a Chance to prove who he was

yet again?

or to woo his wife from her

vomit of men?

Why he has not reached an end of his journey -- pride.

 

Untitled (Pygmalion and Galatea)

 

Your arms are her arms.

Your lips are her lips.

I have yearned for this! The perfect woman!

You are but a statue, though.

But if you were alive, I would worship you.

You, who have ripped away my hatred of the feminine.

And so I pray to you, Venus!

Let my heart, which has been cold, be warm.

Grant me one boon: Give me the one I love.

 

Untitled (Orpheus)

 

She is gone, my love,

Dead at an age so young and beautiful.

This sadness kills me,

All because I looked back.

 

Untitled (Medea)

Why have you abandoned me?

I, who have been smitten by you,

I will have my revenge, on someone close to you,

Even if my life will be forfeited.

Perhaps your wife will suffice as the revenge of my dying heart.