(many thanks to Harpz for the use of her awesome title!)





inspiration marinates this land in a thin glaze of honey wine 

and the nectar of old gods. across the fresh Aegean blue,

heroes from the distant past are calling, 

thrumming in the blood and aching

in the ancient earth.



this is a land ripe for birth,

where the sun drips, breathless,

from the bulging hills

and the pomegranate trees hang

loose-limbed against the open sky.

here, the Muses comb long tresses 

in clove-scented gardens,

and gods converse in whispers which

echo across the ages.

here, the world contracts: 

under her bright skin unshackled minds 

fight free from shadows, and like all good children 

born to launch themselves from precipices,

they dare to touch the Absolute.