My new muse is a statue presiding
Over Athens and all the rest of Greece
The gentle city bears her epic name
Divulging wisdom for all the ages
Born from the forehead of Zeus we were told
Athena must have received all of it
She saved her owl’s home from scheming Hades
Produced olive trees to best Poseidon
Used snakes as if they were free from sin
The Gorgoneion was her amulet
Panathenaia her foremost Athens
Festival was feted eight hundred years
Till an archaic religion came to
Replace her wisdom with sheer servitude
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The Who - Athena (1982)
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Patrick M. Ohana
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Comments (3)
Oooo, this was both very intriguing and wonderful! Loved your poem!
Never thought of using a statue as a muse but it makes an interesting subject.
Happy to read that!!