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Ode to Hephaestus


By Sims LocklearPublished 2 months ago 1 min read

Honeysuckle wraps the rafters like yellow hands

Gripping at the wet, dripping posts

And a bruised flower pops up from the floor

Petals pricked apart by the planks

So pitifully pretty they blur the eye with tears

And ivy climbs the walls around me

Surrounding me with such holy air that it takes

My breath and runs down the halls with it

Where the sun plays against the dust floating

Like Faye and one can not help but to pray

This place is of God and the ants dance

Upon the kitchen table and sing hymns

Of dirt cooking on the stove where

There once was a pie; now this place grows

With life teeming and tearing the seams apart

Lightning blistering the sky and the ceiling

Splits and heaven fills these halls

And the Faye and ants and honeysuckles all share In the same romance of living and dying

The same and one can not help but to pray

For the walls bewailing and the sighs

Of the windows boarded up, where light

Use to move through them like warm blood

Beneath their skin, now cold and dim

For the paint cracked and crumbling with

Old age, gray hairs hanging around the ears,

Red ears that sting when the night descends

Upon the halls of this hallowed place

For the dancing of the ants and the floating

Of the Faye, one can not help but to pray

sad poetry

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  • Brenton F2 months ago

    I came for the image and got lost in your words and the beautiful decay.

  • Neil Spencer2 months ago

    "It is only with the heart one can see rightly. What is essential is invisible to the eye." This has a feeling of a grown up little prince conversing about his rose with Rumi. Talking about that radiant "something," which gives everything its beauty :)

  • V. B. B2 months ago

    Love the alliteration and allusion that are used throughout the poem. Well done!

  • Lorna2 months ago

    Beautifully written...I Love the images it creates!! And the 'sad', which is only another vein of beauty!! And my favorite!

  • Boydston2 months ago

    Hephaestus mastered the craft of metallurgy. He then made a golden throne which he sent to his mother Hera as a gift.

  • Brian Grady2 months ago

    there is definitely a charm and as you put it a romance to this humble abode where even though it has fallen to disrepair and was once for people is now for nature. beautiful

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  • Robert Ayers2 months ago

    A wonderful creation

  • Kendall Defoe2 months ago

    Keep them coming...

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