(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.
