knittingknots (knittingknots) wrote,

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Poem: Thinking of Athena

Still on a classics kick, evidently....

that wise goddess,
seeing the way the world was shifting,
and the fate of other goddesses
during that dark era
where the goddesses became weak and bullied,
put aside her bare breasts
and bell skirts,
snakes twining up her arms,
and kissing her last lover farewell,
left the wild ways of her youth behind her
letting  herself be reborn
from Zeus' forehead,
armed with spear and shield,
dressing always as a girl,
her daddy's darling,
potent in perpetual adolescence.

Times, though, change.

She, like all the other old gods
are still with us.
Stripped of their temples,
they walk among us,
warming themselves
at the altars of our day-to-day lives,
personifications of just what we do
to get by.

I think I glimpse her,
a grey-eyed woman in her power suit,
walking into boardrooms
making deals,
other times, dressed in comfortable crisp linen blouses
and swirling natural fiber skirts
or sensible trousers,
she attends women's workshops,
where she teaches us all the cool things
using her shuttle and spear,
like how to win in politics,
and how to knit and make beautiful things,
how to shoot.

Now that the Thunderer
is not quite the power broker he once was,
I wonder if she will bare her breasts again,
let the snake twine back up her arms,
and find her lover to kiss once more,
put away her girlish dress,
and become, once again,
fully woman.
Tags: greek mythology, poem

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